Kaelith
Morning inside the wolf palace feels wrong.
Too quiet. Too controlled.
The kind of silence kingdoms create when everyone is waiting for disaster to begin.
Gray light spills through the massive windows of Cassian’s chamber while the fire burns low beside the bed.
And the bond feels calm.
Interesting. Deeply suspicious.
I wake first.
Not because I rested. Dragons do not sleep deeply when threats surround something they consider theirs.
Mine.
The word presses instinctively through the bond before I can stop it.
Warmth answers immediately through the connection.
Aria stirs beside me. Cassian notices next. Then Lucien. Then Eryndor, who somehow wakes already annoyed despite sleeping
longer than everyone else.
Interesting talent. Very fae.
Eryndor squints toward the windo
