Caelan POV:
The moment the call ends, the room feels too small. Not because of panic, and certainly not because of doubt. Because fury needs space to breathe.
I remain where I am for several seconds after the line goes dead, my hand still resting against the edge of the desk as if the weight of the conversation has yet to leave it, before finally moving toward the tall window that overlooks the lower grounds of the territory. Both hands brace against the cold stone sill as I stare out across the treeline stretching beyond the packhouse, the forest spreading outward in dark green waves that look calm and undisturbed from this distance.
The land is steady, the pack unconcerned with the political maneuvering happening far beyond its borders, as they shouldn’t be just yet.
The quiet out th
