Talia's POV
The room's quiet, with only the flickering torches outside my window casting shadows on the walls. My body hurts in spots I didn't even know existed, and those bandages around my ribs are tight, but I hardly notice the pain. I can't stop thinking about what I heard on the battlefield.
"You're not meant to be here... you're a hidden Alpha of-"
Bran dug his claws into the rogue, stopping him mid-sentence as his life slipped away. I can't shake off the sound of his voice; it's nesting in my head like a seed hoping to sprout.
I sit up slowly and I can hear my muscles complain about the movement. I'm surrounded by this peaceful palace room, which is a contrast to the chaos we barely made it through. I can still smell blood and smoke on my skin, even after the healer tried to cle
