Nerissa POV
Mira gave me a task in the morning. Folding and distributing clean linens to the upper corridor rooms. Simple enough that my shoulder could manage it. Boring enough that my mind had nothing to do but notice everything around me and there was plenty to notice inside Obsidian Keep.
The fortress ran on discipline the way Red Claw Pack ran on hierarchy. Every wolf had a place,servants kept to the inner corridors,warriors owned the lower halls and the training grounds. The upper floors belonged to Zayden and whoever he permitted near them.
Nobody crossed those lines.
I carried the first stack of linens down the east corridor keeping my injured shoulder angled away from the weight. Mira walked ahead of me, nodding at doorways as we passed them.
"Storage at the end of this hall,"
