Scars They Were Not Supposed to SeeLucas POVSomething was wrong with her back.I noticed it at dinner, the way she sat slightly forward in the chair, careful, avoiding the full press of the backrest. Most people would have missed it. But I had spent years reading bodies in battle, watching for the small signs of injury that men tried to hide when they were too proud to step back from the line.She had not touched her food.The dining hall was full. My pack ate together every evening, it was one of the few rules I held firm to. Community, presence, and a deep understanding of the people around you. Emily sat at the far end near Adam's mate, Lyra, who had tried twice to start a conversation and had been met with one-word answers.Not rude. Just unused to it."She needs time," Adam said quietly beside me, reading my expression. "She has been talked to and ordered around for sixteen years. A warm room and a plate of food is not going to fix that in one evening.""I know that," I said."
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