The camp was a tempest of emotions.
Aria stood at the heart of it all, her silence like a heavy cloak draped over the gathering storm. The firelight danced across her face, casting long shadows that deepened the exhaustion in her eyes. The betrayal by Jonah had cut deeper than any wound she'd sustained in battle. Not because of the act itself, but because it reminded her of how fragile trust was in a world built on scars.She had let her guard down by trusting someone again.She promised herself never to do that again
Kael stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. He was a fortress strong, immovable but tonight, his eyes betrayed the chaos beneath.His expression unreadable because Jonas betrayal had hit them all hard
"We need to address the pack," he said quietly. "They're afraid. Uncertain."
