THE QUIET BEFORE
Selene's POV
The packhouse felt like a held breath.
I stood at the window of Damon's study—our study now, though I still thought of it as his—and watched the eastern training grounds through the glass. The junior wolves moved through their morning drills with a precision that looked almost choreographed from this distance. Kira's voice carried even here, sharp and relentless, correcting a foot placement, demanding more speed. Everything appeared normal. Everything appeared calm.
But I could feel the tension in the walls. In the way the housekeepers moved through the halls with softer footsteps than usual. In the way conversations stopped when I entered a room, then started again with determined cheerfulness.
Tomorrow was the signing.
