Nyx
The drive back to Kaelen’s pack house was suffocating. The farmhouse had felt like a pause, a stolen breath of air before drowning again. Now the mansion’s dark silhouette grew on the horizon, all sharp lines and looming windows, swallowing the night with its presence.
We had confirmed the rogues were gone, their shadows slipping deeper into the forest. We had been out in the forest all day tracking the rogues and Kaelen’s men were eager to return, to report, to rest. But Kaelen didn’t release me to the guards or march me straight to my cell like I half expected.
Instead, the second we pulled into the long driveway, he ordered, “Gym. Now.” The word made my stomach twist. I stood frozen at the threshold, arms still stiff from the ride, while Kaelen walked into the gym like he belong
