Elara POV:
The pack gathers without being called.
No summons cuts through the air, yet wolves drift in from the edges of the territory all the same, drawn in quiet clusters toward the open ground beside the training arena. Voices soften, bodies angle inward, and the space between us tightens into something shared.
I feel it before I fully see it. A steady pull draws us toward one centre.
I sit beside Caelan on the low stone wall, his thigh warm and solid against mine. He carries himself with quiet certainty, the kind that doesn’t need to be announced to be understood. The bond between us hums low and steady, alive and settled in a way that feels inevitable.
The pack watches us in passing, but the attention feels natural. Curious glances, small nods, easy acceptance. No one studies me
