WREN
My heart nearly stopped when Elias asked the question.
There had been no plan. No discussion, no secret signal, no opportunity to pull Ash aside and explain anything before this moment. I'd lied because I had run out of options, and now everything depended on a man who couldn't even remember his own name.
Ash sat motionless against the silver chains, blood running down his arms and soaking every part of his shirt. The burns were bad, bad enough that any normal wolf would have been struggling just to stay conscious.
Instead he looked strangely calm, almost unbothered. Like the question had reached him from very far away and he was still deciding whether it deserved an answer.
Then he slowly lifted his head, his ice-blue eyes settled on Elias. And before anyone could react, Ash s
