The moonlight spilled cold silver through the infirmary windows, painting pale streaks across Aria’s weary frame as she sat at her desk. She hadn’t slept a wink. Her wolf still prowled inside her, restless and unsettled, repeating its warning in low, steady growls.
Danger.
But nothing had happened—yet.
Aria had tried to lose herself in work, grinding herbs, reorganizing tinctures, cleaning wounds that weren’t there. Anything to occupy her hands and silence her mind. Yet unease lingered. She couldn’t shake the sense that the air itself was waiting to break.
The sound of laughter cut through the night. She stiffened.
Not the warm laughter of companionship. This was sharp, mocking.
She rose slowly, crossing to the door and pushing it open. Her stomach sank when she saw Selene approachin
