The rest of the week passed in an uneasy kind of peace.
Landon arranged proper funeral rites for their parents, but Lucas didn’t attend. Even if he’d had the strength to face the pack, Celia certainly didn’t. And there was no world in which he would leave her side right now.
Despite the constant anxiety humming under his skin, Lucas resisted barricading the door again. Instead, he simply stayed with her. Always. If they were in his room, he found excuses to touch her, to keep her close, to reassure himself she was real and safe and breathing. If they were apart for even a moment, his chest felt too tight.
Most days, they ended up in the kitchen.
Celia helped with meals, laughing easily with Darcy, Hazel, and Brady. Lucas liked watching her there, liked seeing the way her shoulders loos
