Page 79 of The Moonborn's Curse

It had been two months since the fight.

Since the break.

And she was healing—

Physically, yes. Emotionally?

That was harder.

She kept her distance now. Especially from Hagan. Where once she had stared, confused and uncertain, now she simply looked past him. She went about her days, quietly purposeful. However, the thin rope of electricity that seemed to connect them, just got stronger and stronger.

The younger pups—too small to care for politics or posturing—still trailed after her like curious cubs.

The juveniles and adults gave her a wide berth, watching, always watching, but saying little.

Even so—she noticed everything.

She noticed who was struggling during combat.

She noticed which girls came to training with bruises already blooming on their arms.

She noticed who flinched when their names were called, and who laughed too loudly to hide their fear.

And she noticed the way the wind whispered secrets, from porch to window, from firepit to treehouse.

When the adults spoke, their voices rode the air.

She didn't know if it was a gift or a curse, but she always heard.

And she kept the knowledge close.

Sometimes, when Hagan was alone—

Not flanked by Dain or Lia or the other loyal wolves—

He would say something.

Just a few words.

A question.

A dry remark.

"Your elbow's dropped again in that stance."

"That pup's been copying your bow technique."

"You going to enter the archery trial, or just watch?"

Neutral things.

Almost... comradeship.

And every time, just when the thread might've pulled taut between them—

Lia would appear.

Sliding beside him with perfect timing.

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