Liora didn’t plan to confront him tonight. She told herself she’d wait. That she’d give herself time to think, to choose her words carefully. But the longer the day wore on, the more the bond pulled taut in her chest, demanding something she wasn’t sure she could keep holding back. And then she saw him. Standing near the eastern wall, the pale light of dusk throwing his face into shadow, his storm-gray eyes scanning the camp. Watching. Waiting. For her. Her wolf pressed forward instantly, restless and insistent. She crossed the yard before she could talk herself out of it. “Cael,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. His gaze shifted to her, that quiet focus locking onto her like it had from the first moment they met. “Liora.” His voice was low, steady, but she could hear the tension in it. “You’ve been moving pieces,” she said. His brows lifted slightly, though he didn’t look surprised. “Have I?” “You know you have. Patrol assignments. Training rotations. Thing
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