Kamrynn's POV
A week had passed since my conversation with Calvin.
A week since I told him I needed time.
I had checked on him daily, making sure he was taking his medication, eating properly, and recovering as he should. His wounds were healing, the bruises fading, but the silence between us remained thick and awkward. I never stayed long enough for us to have a real conversation.
Whenever I visited, he would look at me with those piercing green eyes, as if willing me to say something—anything. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready.
Instead, I threw myself into taking care of the twins and helping around the Pack House, trying to cultivate trust with everyone. It wasn’t easy. Some wolves still avoided me, their eyes lingering with suspicion or fear. But others—the ones who had lost childre
