Reid
The fortress was quieter at night.
Wolves still patrolled the halls. Reid walked those halls slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. His mind was restless.
He had stood through the Blood Trial, seen the silver glow in Rhea’s blood. No wolf had ever bled like that. No wolf had ever silenced the circle without shifting.
And Lucien… Lucien had stood by her without hesitation.
That part cut the deepest.
Reid had followed Lucien for years. He had fought beside him, bled beside him, killed for him. He had never questioned him, not once. But now, questions burned in his chest, questions Lucien refused to ask.
Reid’s wolf stirred uneasily under his skin, its growl low and uncertain.
Even the beast within him, didn’t know what to make of her. Wolves were supposed to scent truth an
