Chapter 289

Elodie’s POV

The air in the Estate had curdled. It was no longer the scent of home—of cedar, wet earth, and the comforting warmth of the pack. Now, it smelled of ozone and suspicion.

The medical crates from the Sovereign sat in the courtyard like Trojan horses, their sleek, grey surfaces reflecting the moon with a clinical coldness that felt like an insult to the ancient stone.

68 bpm.

I stood by