Caden and Zephyrine stood together for a moment longer before she exhaled and looked up at him. "We should head back to the pack."
Caden nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes." She nodded, but her voice held a slight tremor.
Roland stayed hidden, his fists clenched at his sides. His chest tightened as his gaze followed every movement Caden made, how he gently took Zephyrine's hand. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. The sight of them together twisted something inside him.
When they arrived at the pack, Zephyrine wasted no time. "Where is Damien?" she asked, urgency in her words.
A maid bowed her head slightly. "He's resting now, my Queen. The healers say he is out of danger."
Zephyrine let out a relieved breath. "That's better."
Before she could ask about Roland, she felt his presence behind her. She turned just as he stepped into the palace, his gaze sharp, unreadable.
"Meet me in the chamber," she said softly.
