Darius's POV
I was up at six. The air was cold but clean. The tension from the previous day’s attack—the iron dust, the wounds—hadn’t faded. The Fox’s move was planned, a message, and not meant for me, but for him.
Cassian was waiting with maps and coffee.
“Three village guards were approached last night,” he reported. “Same tactic. Tracks head northwest. Toward the ‘Half-Moon.’ Confirmed trap.”
“A warning then,” I nodded.
“Their warnings bleed too often,” I replied, then asked, “How is Sera?”
“The healer says she’s stronger than all our wolves put together. The wound is closed, but it still hurts.”
“Typical.”
Cassian smiled. “She won’t stay at home, you know.”
“I know. But I’ll at least try to keep her out of their way.”
I went to the suite. Sera was standing by the window, half
