(Raiden’s POV)
The office is empty, but it doesn’t feel that way.
It’s been six months since Siena left, and yet I can feel her presence in every corner of this room. Her scent lingers faintly, a mix of lavender and something distinctly hers, though it’s fading with time.
The desk, still meticulously ordered, holds the remnants of her leadership—organized documents, handwritten notes, carefully laid-out plans for Windhowl and its future.
I stand at the center of the room, staring at it all.
I don’t belong here, not really. This was her space, her sanctuary, the place where she poured herself into this pack with a dedication I never appreciated until it was too late.
My hands rest on the back of the chair she used to sit in, my fingers tightening around the wo
