Third Person POV
The lamb was dry as dust, flaking apart like old paper with every forced bite. The dining hall buzzed with chatter, the hum of students decompressing after training or classes, but he barely heard it. His plate was untouched now, save for the mauled corpse of what should've been roast meat. It tasted like sandpaper in his mouth.
He wasn't here for the food.
Across the room, golden light had flickered, just for a moment—caught in the amber of her gaze, in the soft way she tilted her head to listen, the careless toss of her hair. Kai. He still couldn’t get used to calling her that. When he'd first seen her, locked eyes with her sharp, hawkish stare, something in him had snapped tight like a wire.
Golden.
Another golden wolf.
The last time that word meant something, the
