Kastiel changed into one of the spare T shirts he kept in his office, tugging the fabric over his head with a slow, deliberate motion.
Elian stood near the large windows overlooking the pack grounds, arms folded behind his back. From where he stood, he could see the city stretching far beyond the forest line—lights glowing, buildings standing tall, proof of everything they had built with their own hands. Nicholas leaned against the desk.
"A few days after you left," Elian said, his voice calm but heavy, "we received a court order to evacuate."
Nicholas's head snapped up. His brows rose sharply, disbelief flashing across his face.
"Evacuate? What the hell?"
"Same reaction we all had," Kastiel replied as he took a seat behind his desk, folding his arms. His tone was even, but his eyes darkened. This wasn't news to him but hearing it spoken aloud made it feel real all over again.
