Later, in the night the infirmary was quiet save for the faint murmurs of Marella and her assistants tending to the injured. The soft glow of healing runes etched onto the walls cast a warm light over the rows of cots filled with students and family members recovering from the attack.
Zoe sat in bed, her legs dangling over the side as she stared at the floor. Though her body still felt heavy with exhaustion, her mind was sharp, her senses heightened. She could hear the faint heartbeat of the boy two beds down and the shuffling of boots just beyond the door. Her wolf was restless, pacing in the back of her mind, waiting for her body to be ready.
But it was something else - someone else - that filled her thoughts: Dominic.
“You’re staring a hole in the floor,” Marella said, walking over w
