Pandora's POV

By mid-day, I could see the tension in Rolan’s face, the way his shoulders tensed and his brow furrowed as if he were carrying the weight of the world.

It was subtle at first, just the occasional glance out the window, the fingers tapping against his arm, but by the time the sun had climbed to its zenith, his unease was palpable.

"Rolan," I said gently, sitting across from him. "What’s bothering you? You’ve been on edge all morning."

He hesitated, eyes flicking toward the door as if someone might be listening. “It’s the pack," he finally admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. "Caleb’s been suspecting Griffin...