Orion
They say peace is supposed to feel quiet. But peace, I’ve learned, hums. It hums in the drones that buzz above the border checkpoints. It hums in the steady pulse of pack tech syncing across territories. It hums in the way Nyx’s voice carries through a room. Strong, calm, absolute.
And it hums in me. A low, dangerous rhythm under my skin that isn’t peace at all. Because I know Kaelen’s been seen near the borders. And I know what that means. He’s out there again. Somewhere between loyalty and longing. Making her world safer while quietly unmaking mine.
The council chamber gleams with the sheen of the new age. Transparent walls shimmer with holographic projections. Trade routes, migration zones, joint patrol data. The whole place feels sterile, efficient, almost human.
Wolves with
