Zane
Three days passed while the world kept moving, and yet for me it felt as if time had stopped.
The camp stayed orderly. The wounded healed. My warriors slipped back into their familiar rhythm. Guards changed shifts. Cold air still came from the stream. The fire still crackled in the evenings. People still ate, laughed, complained under their breath. But to me it was all background noise, because in my tent, on my bed, under blankets, Elariana lay there and did not wake.
She wasn’t feverish.
She hadn’t lost blood. She had no wound that could explain it. She simply… didn’t open her eyes.
On the first day I told myself her body needed time. Her wolf had ripped the binding apart as if tearing through her own ribs from the inside, and a first full shift drains anyone who has been suppr
