Ava’s POV
The halls outside the war room were quiet.
I had been pacing near the double doors for what felt like hours, waiting for the heavy oak to swing open, waiting for Kane to walk out and tell me something, anything but the doors stayed shut, and every sound inside was muffled. The weight of not knowing pressed harder than any punishment I’d ever been given back in my old pack.
They had shut me out. Again.
I wrapped my arms around myself, staring at the carvings on the door, it was wolves standing proud, heads tilted to the moon. The carved wolves looked strong and certain. I didn’t feel like that.
A faint shuffle of boots on stone reached me, pulling me back. Two warriors came around the corner, their voices were low. They didn’t see me standing in the shadows.
“…don’t like it,
