Aria
The wolf palace feels quieter at night.
Not peaceful. Watchful.
Like the mountain itself is listening to every footstep echoing through the stone halls. Torchlight flickers against dark walls as servants move carefully through the corridors, avoiding direct eye contact whenever the five of us pass.
Interesting.
The kingdom already feels the bond pressing against its foundations.
And somehow that makes everything feel heavier.
The bond hums steadily beneath my ribs while Cassian leads us deeper into the private wing of the palace.
Warm. Aware. Restless.
Gods.
The bond has not stopped reacting since we entered the kingdom. Every fearful glance. Every whispered conversation. Every
emotional shift inside the council chamber. It felt all of it.
Lucien notices my tension immedi
