CARDAN MONTESSORI
What if she…
The moment I asked what he wanted in return for his so-called help, the silence stretched long enough to feel like a threat.
The Shadow Priest finally lifted his head. I still couldn’t see his face, not fully, but I felt his eyes like a cold brand against my skin.
“I want Paedyn Nova,” he said.
It took a full second for the name to register. And when it did, I stepped forward, lips tightening.
“You want who?”
“You heard me.”
My wolf stirred inside me—restless, angry. I didn’t know if it was because the Priest dared to speak her name… or because of how calm he was when he said it.
“You want Paedynova?” I repeated. “You came all the way out of your pit to ask for her?”
“I came to warn you,” he said. “And offer a path that spares your pack from ruin.”
