The Unspoken Proof

Elira

I walk with Wane through the rogue pack camp. His steps stay steady as he shows me the entire area. He calmly points out the training grounds, the various huts, the distinct work areas.

He talks little, his voice calm and always to the point. I listen intently and nod my head. A small smile creeps onto my face without warning, and I do not try to conceal it.

My mind fiercely fights this new, strange feeling. Yesterday’s spark keeps intensely coming back. It reminds ...