The morning light cut through the massive glass windows of our apartment, casting long, golden shadows across the polished wood floors. Waking up in our bedroom, with the massive glass windows letting in the morning light, was incredible. Being able to just open my eyes and see the ancient willow tree right from the bed was amazing, a stark contrast to the heavy anxiety that usually greeted me at dawn.
But despite the view, the air in the room felt heavy, charged with an undercurrent of static that made the hairs on my arms stand up. Eloise had arrived late last night, slipped into the Stronghold under the cover of darkness while the rest of the pack slept. She had taken one look at my exhausted state after moving and sparring with Esteban, offered a rare, knowing smile, and told us that
