Vivian’s pov
The heavy iron bolts closed behind Silas, locking us in the calm safety of the tall tower.
For the first time since I had been dragged into this freezing mountain, I didn’t feel like I was going to die.
Elder Kael had protected his Alpha, and in doing so, he had inadvertently protected me. The vanguard wasn’t hunting me. I wasn’t going to be dragged into the courtyard at dawn.
I looked over at Dominic. The root poultice had successfully drawn the silver infection from his blood, breaking the worst of the fever. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm.
The Butcher of the North had finally slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep.
The fire in the stone hearth burned down to glowing red embers, plunging the enormous room into deep shadows.
I curled my knees to my c
