Chapter 135

Third Person's POV

Vera's claws tapped idly against the crystal vase as she adjusted the moon-white blossoms, refusing to look up. The dim lanternfire of the Shadowscourge ancestral hall flickered across her face, throwing long shadows like fangs across the table.

"Relax," she murmured finally, voice thin and sharp as a thorn. "He isn't dead. Killing a wolf outright is nothing. Leaving him half-