The pale light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of the trio's shared quarters, casting muted shadows across the room.
Samantha sat at the edge of her chair, her gaze fixed on the untouched plate before her. She twirled her fork absentmindedly, the faint clink of metal against porcelain breaking the otherwise heavy silence. Across the table, Marcus leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the room as though expecting an unseen threat to materialize from the shadows.
Kai, the only one moving with any energy, stood by the kitchen counter. The werewolf had taken it upon himself to prepare breakfast, though his attempts at distraction had yet to penetrate the tension clinging to the air.
Kai, the only one moving with any energy, stood by the kitchen counter. The werewolf had taken it upon himself to prepare breakfast, though his attempts at distraction had yet to penetrate the tension clinging to the air.
