(Leyla POV)
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Night in Silver Claw was different from day.
The pack that had roared with celebration only hours before now rested under the quiet watch of the moon. Lanterns flickered softly along the stone paths, and the castle corridors were hushed except for distant patrol steps.
I had just finished organizing the last jars of herbs in the infirmary when a servant arrived in a hurry.
“The Luna requests a healer,” she said, slightly breathless. “Princess Intisar is unwell.”
The senior healer immediately stood. “Come.”
I gathered a small basket of herbs without thinking twice.
A child with stomach pain was hardly an emergency, but in the Alpha family’s chambers, even small discomforts were treated with urgency.
We walked quickly through the castle halls.
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