The triplets' room was quiet, though not in an uncomfortable way.
The windows had been left slightly open, allowing the cool night air to drift inside. From somewhere beyond the pack house walls came the distant sounds of guards changing shifts and the low murmur of voices carrying across the training grounds.
An oil lamp burned on the wooden table beside the bed, its yellow light casting long, soft shadows across the stone walls.
Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Kael stood near the window with his arms folded loosely across his chest, staring out into the darkness beyond the courtyard.
Edris occupied the chair beside the table, one leg crossed over the other, looking as relaxed as a man could be while clearly thinking about several things at once.
For a while, none of them spoke.
The quiet between them was familiar.
Then Kael finally exhaled under his breath.
"Selena is still angry with me."
Ronan glanced up at him.
