The days following Henry’s return to the Royal Pack were strained. He was the shadow of the boy who had left. Where he had once sparred playfully with Kaius and shared quiet camaraderie, now he was withdrawn, his demeanor cold and distant.
Kaius, full of boundless energy and a fierce loyalty to his best friend, was at a loss. Every attempt to engage Henry was met with indifference or terse replies. The crown prince, who was rarely frustrated by anything, found himself growing increasingly desperate.
“Henry!” Kaius called after him one morning, his voice tinged with exasperation. “Are you avoiding me?”
“No,” Henry replied, his tone flat as he adjusted the straps on his training gear. “I’m just busy.”
Kaius grabbed his arm, forcing Henry to look at him. “Busy with what? Pushing me away?
