Third POV
The halls of the guest wing were dark, lit only by a few oil lamps fixed to the stone walls. The shadows swayed with every flicker, stretching across the floor like restless spirits. Julian walked slowly down the corridor, his boots making a dull sound against the tiles. His body hurt with every step. His back was wrapped in bandages where the blast had cut through him earlier that day. The wound burned, but he had pushed away the pain. Nothing could stop him from reaching the one door that pulled him like a chain.
Reina’s door.
He stood outside it for a moment, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell, not just from the pain in his body but from the storm inside him. His hand hovered near the wood. His wolf howled inside him, restless, demanding he go to her. For a moment he c
