Elara’s POV
Leaning against the windowsill of the castle's infirmary, the sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting a pale gold and moon-white glow on my hand. The air was warm and still, mingled with the scent of herbs and crushed moonstones, giving me the illusion of floating in water, silent and soundless. Beneath my toes was a thick carpet adorned with Sterling patterns, quite different from the always chilly stone slabs of Blackwood.
Sterling's Pack Doctor was an elderly man with white hair, moving slowly but with extremely sharp eyes. He probed my wrist bones and carotid artery with silver needles and inspected the deep cracks in the wolf spirit with his gentle spiritual power. The wrinkles on his face deepened even more.
"Lord Argent!" He suddenly looked up, his voic
