Viya's POV
The snow continued for two days.
At the Natural Healing Clinic, I spent the morning treating a young Beta whose wolf had been dormant since childhood. The work steadied me. Herbs, pressure points, lunar alignment therapy—these were things I understood. Pain could be named. Damage could be traced. Healing required patience and honesty.
Marriage, apparently, required neither.
By evening, I returned to the mansion to prepare for the Blackwood Pack dinner. I chose a pale knitted dress, knee-high boots, and a cloak warm enough for the car ride.
As I reached the door, Miranda appeared behind me.
"Going somewhere?"
"To dinner."
"With Lucius?"
"Yes."
Her smile sharpened. "How touching. The dutiful wife being displayed for the Blackwoods."
I fastened my cloak. "You sound jealo
