The days after, the name settled into a new rhythm.
War didn’t stop revelations. It only sharpened.
Victor kept me at forward positioning for the next rotation. Evan stayed at my side exactly as agreed. The intelligence packets arrived on time, just as the war council had expected. No more, no less.
Each battle blurred into the next. Smell of blood and pine. Sound of boots and breath and breaking. Light spent carefully, rationed, never wasted.
My nosebleeds have come more often now. Not dramatic. Just steady warm salt whenever I pushed past the safe line. I wiped them with the back of my hand and kept working.
My wolf grew louder. The threshold is close. You feel it in the boundary loss. Every time you almost drown with them, something in your stretches wider.
I answered
