Chapter 130

The question hung like a blade suspended between them, trembling with every fragile heartbeat.

The room felt too still, too quiet. The dim afternoon light filtered through the high windows of the infirmary, casting soft, wavering shafts of gold across the floor. Dust motes drifted in the air like tiny suspended memories. It smelled faintly of herbs and wolf magic—lavender oil, wolfsbane paste, an