Eira's POV
Kael had been gone for quite some time.
They must be discussing important matters between the packs. He would not leave my side this long otherwise.
After all, they were leaders. Their responsibilities stretched far beyond their mates.
Yet I did not feel lonely.
Luna Iris remained beside me, and we had settled comfortably on one of the lavish couches in the grand drawing room. She spoke warmly about the history of her family's pack, sharing stories of ancient rulers, forgotten wars, and traditions I had never known existed in the werewolf world.
Her knowledge was vast. And the way she narrated it felt personal, as though she carried generations within her voice.
The other four and Raven were nearby, engaged in conversation with Evan. Even while speaking with Luna Iris, I could feel my mates' gazes occasionally shift toward me.
They were alert. Watching. Ensuring my safety.
I pretended not to notice, but their quiet vigilance comforted me.
