The fire in the hearth burned low, shadows stretching long across the stone walls of our chamber. Outside, Moon Grove slept under a shroud of fog, but inside, the weight of Thorne’s silence pressed heavier than the night itself. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his hands clasped between his knees. A wolf like him should’ve looked unbreakable in every posture, but here in the dim orange glow he looked older, tired, almost haunted. I watched him from the doorway, toweling the last of the river’s cold water from my hair. “You’ve been quiet since the council.” His jaw tightened. No answer. Just the faint shift of his chest as he breathed in too slowly, as if holding something inside. I crossed the room, dropped the towel, and lowered myself beside him. His heat bled through his cloak into my skin, steady, familiar. “Talk to me.” Thorne’s hands flexed, big and scarred, fingers curling like claws before loosening again. His wolf stirred behind his eyes restless, a
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