Victor kept his word.
Three days after the infirmary, he sent a single message through Evan: tonight, after sunset, in the east courtyard training building. No escort needed. He would meet me there.
I spent the afternoon turning both stones over in my hands. Caleb’s ancient warmth. Victor’s immediate one. Their edges had felt familiar against my skin.
My wolf stayed close to the surface. He’s bringing the person who gave you your name. Be ready.
I’m ready.
Sunset came cold and clear. I walked to the east courtyard alone. The training building smelled of old wood, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of weapons oil. Victor was already inside. Pine and tobacco reached me before the door even opened fully.
He stood near the center of the room under a single lantern. No crown. No for
