Selene's POV
Some silences feel sacred. Like the hush after rain. Or the quiet between two souls who don’t need words.
But this one?
This silence was wrong.
It crept through the pack house like rot; thick, sour, impossible to ignore.
And I felt it most around Ava.
She wasn’t just quiet. She was... fading.
Gliding through the halls like a ghost. Head down. Eyes dull. Shoulders held like she was bracing for an impact no one else could see.
The others noticed. They just didn’t know.
Julia watched her like a cat circling prey. Lena kept trying to catch her alone. Even Kieran wore tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there before.
But Ava? She vanished with the dusk.
Locked her door every night like it was the only way to hold herself together.
At first, it was little thin
