~Isolde's Point Of View~
The idling engine of the black SUV feels like a countdown to the end of everything Isolde has ever known. Amias stands by the door, his hand already on the handle, his gaze fixed on the distance as if he's trying to outrun the very air of the Duskwind estate.
"Amias, wait," Isolde jumps anxiously.
She grips the strap of her bag so hard the leather bites into her palm. "Can we... can we stay for the speech? I want to watch Heidi's first address as Alpha."
Amias turns, his brow furrowing. "Isolde, the longer we linger, the harder it is to leave. We've said our goodbyes."
"He is lying to himself," Auro, Isolde's wolf, paces restlessly behind her ribs. "His soul is screaming to stay near the girl with the wildflower crown, and our soul is screaming for the avoidant mate. I know you don't only want to stay 'for the speech', Issy. It's him. We are waiting for a miracle."
