Noah looked up at me with wide, startled eyes, a mixture of fear and confusion etched across his face. He instinctively backed away, retreating toward the cold, unyielding bars of his mate's cell, clearly concerned that I might pose a threat to her safety.
"It's okay, Noah. I just saw the door open and thought I’d check in to see if everything's alright," I reassured him gently, my voice steady to soothe his anxiety.
"You're not going to hurt her?" he asked cautiously, studying me as if trying to gauge my intentions.
"Of course not. I would never do that," I replied, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, ensuring he could see my hands were unthreatening. My gaze flicked to the two guards still present, standing somewhat awkwardly at their posts, and I felt a wave of relief wash over
