Sienna came to my chambers the next day in another cream gown. Kaelen's moonstone pendant lay against her throat. He had once fastened it around my neck himself and told me its light suited my eyes.
I could no longer smell the roses she favored, but I remembered them well enough. She always wore too much when she wanted the room to notice her first.
“Sister, I'm so sorry about yesterday.” She drew out every word so I could read her lips. “Kaelen is protective of me. And the pup.”
Her palm circled her belly while the moonstone caught the window light. “He wants you at the feast tonight. The pack should see us united.”
I nodded because refusal would only send Kaelen to my door. Sienna touched the pendant before she left, making sure I had seen what else she had taken.
That night, servan
