Aria
The problem with powerful men is that none of them realize when they start orbiting the same thing.
The problem with these men—
Is that I’m the thing.
The realization settles heavily in my chest as I stand alone in the now‑empty council chamber.
Finally alone.
Mostly.
The bond never truly leaves me anymore.
Lucien’s sharp awareness brushes the edge of my thoughts like silver against skin. Cassian remains steady and grounding somewhere
deeper in the pack house. Eryndor flickers restlessly through the connection, emotionally bright even at a distance.
And Kaelith—
Gods.
Kaelith burns through the bond like living fire.
The strongest part?
I’m starting to recognize each of them instantly.
That should probably concern me more than it does.
The doors close softly behind the
