Jason pov
Jarl's silence hangs heavy in the air, a tangible sign of his anger he has blocked me from communicating with him. He's right to be upset; I've been harsh with Norella, but it was a necessary cruelty. I can't let her fall for me—not when I have nothing to offer, I have no love to give her. I should've been clear from the start: her role is to be Luna, nothing more. The pack needs her strength, her leadership with mine, and in time, an heir. But my heart remains entwined with Amber's memory, her absence a void that refuses to be filled.
Skipping breakfast, my appetite a casualty of my guilt, I put on my training gear and head to the grounds. There, to my surprise, stands Norella. She's not cloistered away in sorrow as I expected; instead, she's suited up for training, looking mo
