The decision doesn’t land cleanly, and I realise too late that I’d been bracing for something sharp and definitive, a sentence that would slice this mess into before and after, because uncertainty has a way of feeling heavier when it’s stretched thin instead of dropped all at once. The observer’s voice carries easily through the chamber, measured and careful, and every word sounds like it was chosen to slow fallout rather than prevent it.
“Effective immediately,” he says, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on me, “Sasha will remain within Adam’s territory under neutral oversight until medical clearance is confirmed and a binding accord is drafted between packs.”
For a heartbeat, the room doesn’t react at all, and then it does everything at once, voices breaking out in sharp burst
