Aaron
The celebration swirls around me…laughter, music, pack members congratulating Matthias and toasting to new beginnings. I hold a glass of wine I haven't touched, my eyes drifting for what must be the hundredth time toward the corridor where Penelope disappeared with Yavanna.
Fifteen minutes.
It's been fifteen minutes since she left, and every second that passes makes the unease in my chest grow heavier.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep staring like that," Matthias observes, appearing at my elbow with Yuna. His expression is amused and relaxed.
It's the look of a man who just received everything he never knew he wanted. "Aaron, relax. She's fine. Yavanna probably just wanted to give her some final medical advice or blessing or whatever witches do." He muses.
