Sable's POV
The idea of Alaric weakening somewhere behind Ironclaw's walls, tangled up in whatever was still stretched, kept circling my head no matter how hard I tried to push it out.
Part of me told myself it wasn't my problem anymore. He made that clear enough the night he cast the mark. But another part of me, the part I didn't like admitting existed, couldn't stop wondering if the ache in my chest meant he was already suffering for what he'd done.
Camp life carried on around me regardless. A few days after the trading post, Ivy found me mending a torn strap near the fire pit, and a couple other wolves gathered nearby swapping gossip picked up from various supply runs.
"Heard more about the engagement," one of them said, a woman named Fira who ran trade contacts along the eastern r
