(Siena's POV)
The bruises on my skin have faded, yet the persistent ache deep inside my chest refuses to heal, Raiden's words echoing relentlessly within my mind despite my stubborn attempts to silence them.
A week has passed since the attack, and Windhowl and Silverfang are finally beginning to heal.
The physical damage to our territories is slowly repaired, but the emotional aftermath remains raw, complex, and unresolved, particularly within my own heart.
I sit curled up in a large armchair near the balcony of my quarters, gazing beyond the window at the distant mountains, their peaks purple and shadowed beneath fading twilight skies.
My beta, Rairity, sits quietly across from me, her thoughtful golden eyes fixed carefully on my face. Her silence invites honesty, offering pat
