Distance means nothing to wolves bound by fate, for even in silence, the bond howls.
The door clicked shut behind Silas, and the room fell into a silence so thick it pressed against my skin like a second, unwelcome cloak. Only moments ago, the chamber had been filled with the low rumble of strategy, the clink of glass against glass, the hush of maps unrolled across the oak table, the weight of predictions and preparations. Dark forces. Encroaching threats. Secrets clawing at the edges of our borders like hungry hands. Silas had left me with words both warnings and promises.
