Selena.
The cave felt different that evening.
Not tense in any obvious way. Nothing loud or sharp. Just… off. Like something had settled into the space and decided to stay there, waiting.
The triplets had come back earlier than usual. The hunt had clearly gone well, but their minds weren't on it anymore.
That part was obvious.
It showed in the way they moved, in the way their attention drifted, circling back to the same thing without any of them needing to say it out loud.
The frost.
It hadn't gone away.
If anything, it had gotten worse.
Kael leaned back against the stone wall, one hand resting loosely on his knee as he let out a quiet breath. "It's spreading," he said, more thoughtful than worried. "Further than yesterday."
Ronan gave a small nod, his gaze lowered like he was replaying what they'd seen. "Not just the edges anymore. It's pushing deeper into the pack."
He paused briefly before adding, quieter now,
