Third Person's POV.
The chambers prepared for the three warriors were spacious, almost regal, located on the same floor as the king's private suite.
By pack standards, such rooms were reserved for royalty, not for men who had once been cast out.
Fresh linens, water basins, and wine had already been delivered. The servants who brought them moved with careful restraint, their politeness edged with caution, as though they expected danger to linger long after the doors closed.
The corridor outside felt unfamiliar in a way none of them trusted. It was not the carved stone or the scent of polished wood that unsettled them. They had lived in grander palaces during exile, had survived in harsher lands where vigilance was the only reason they still breathed.
What unsettled them now was absence.
Their mate was not here.
