ELARA
It had been three days since the library. Three long days without a single glimpse of Draven. Every attempt to reach him had met a wall of silence.
I could feel him retreating behind it, locking himself away from me and the rest of the pack. It shouldn't have mattered, but it did.
I kept thinking about that moment, his stillness when I held him, the war behind his eyes. He had pulled away like my touch might break him, like closeness was too much to bear. And yet I couldn't stop reaching.
I spotted Mirella walking briskly toward the Alpha's wing, balancing a tray of food in her hands. Without thinking, I hurried up beside her.
"That's for Draven, isn't it?" I asked.
She stiffened at my voice. "Luna."
Her tone was curt. Her eyes narrowed just slightly before she said, "Yes. It is."
"I'll take it from here," I said, reaching for the tray.
She hesitated, clearly unsure. "I've been delivering his meals for years."
