Alessia:
I saw them before they saw me.
Marcel walked slightly ahead, posture relaxed but alert. And beside him was the huntress.
Dressed now. Hair still damp from a bath. Moving carefully, like her body hadn’t fully decided whether it trusted its own strength yet. She looked down at her feet, as if wanting to hide from the wolves who she knew would be triggered by her presence.
My wolf stirred, not in warning this time.
In curiosity.
I raised a brow but didn’t comment, knowing well that this was not the time for me to interfere.
Marcel slowed as they approached. She stood a few steps back, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Is it alright if I let her walk around for a bit?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t want her to stay in all day, but I also don’t want to cross you.”
“What’s her n
