POV: Aphrodite
The tension from this morning's confrontation fades slowly as we break camp and continue our journey. The males are quieter than usual, still processing the fact that Lyra and I handled a threat without them. Still adjusting to the reality that their protection isn't always necessary or wanted.
We walk for hours through dense forest, following game trails that wind between ancient trees. The twins take point and rear positions out of habit. Cassian scouts ahead periodically. Lyra walks beside me, occasionally bumping my shoulder in silent solidarity.
Bastien keeps to himself mostly. The Gamma who spent years enforcing pack hierarchy through physical intimidation and casual cruelty. Now he just seems uncertain, like he doesn't know what his role is supposed to be when violence isn't the answer.
