CARDAN MONTESSORI
The weight of the bond
The morning felt heavy, as though the air itself carried whispers I couldn’t ignore. My wolf had been quieter than usual, but that didn’t mean peace… it meant he was watching, waiting, pacing in the dark corners of my mind like a storm that refused to die down.
By the time I found myself walking back toward the dungeon, I didn’t even remember deciding to go there. My feet just… moved. The scent of cold metal and damp stone reached me before I turned down the last corridor. She was close.
When I stepped into the dim light of the cell block, she was there… Paedyn Nova.
She looked nothing like the defiant girl I’d seen the first day she was thrown in. There were dark smudges beneath her eyes, her lips pale, her hair tangled around her face. Yet,
