"Goodbye."
The word was barely a whisper.
I drew my arm back and hurled the token into the pool.
It arced through the air, broke the surface, and sank without a trace.
I took a deep breath, straightened my spine, and walked away.
After a pack council session later that day, I noticed Fenris's gaze pause on an unfamiliar face standing nearby. His brow furrowed, almost imperceptibly.
"Who is this?" He turned to me, a note of surprise in his voice.
"Selene Frostveil. She's my trainee from the Mooncourt." I kept my tone neutral. "Going forward, she'll be handling the council records."
He considered this for a moment, then nodded, his voice casual. "That works. No need for you to waste your abilities on minor duties like that."
Minor duties.
I laughed quietly to myself.
It was exactly this kind of "small work" that had kept me buried in the chaos of howling council chambers, sorting through endless scent-marked scrolls and territory reports just so he could grasp the key points in the shortest time possible.
And in his eyes, all of it was unnecessary.
Selene handed over the council minutes, her nervousness bleeding into her scent.
Fenris flipped through a few pages, his frown deepening with each one.