The rest of the meal passed with lighter words, though Athena noticed how quiet Kraven had grown.
He didn't push her further, didn't try to corner her with questions. Instead, he let the conversation drift to safer grounds… small anecdotes about the pack, the town, even the food before them.
Yet his gaze lingered on her.
Not with the usual playful glint but with something heavier. Something she couldn't quite name.
Athena forced a smile, sipping from her cup. At least the atmosphere had softened; maybe she had managed to see a different side of him and perhaps, for the first time, he felt seen in return.
But Kraven, behind his charming mask, was caught in an unsettling storm.
For a moment, he felt a strange relief… Athena didn't look at him with hatred or suspicion anymore. She had even promised to help him. That promise eased a piece of the weight he carried.
Yet… his wolf growled low within him in restlessness.
Unsatisfied.
Why?
