Elaria’s POV
The sky was still black when I left the estate. My breath fogged in the night air, the cold clinging to my skin as I stepped into the carriage and ordered the driver to take me to St. Liora’s Hospital.
I didn’t sleep on the ride. I couldn’t. My thoughts were a mess of doubt, anger, and something else I didn’t want to name yet, something that felt like hope.
Because maybe I wasn’t crazy, maybe I wasn’t wrong. Maybe I was the one who carried the blood of the White Wolf.
And maybe Amara knew that too.
That’s why she rushed here. That’s why she had scrolls and seers and lies ready in her mouth. Because maybe, just maybe, she was scared I’d remember what I was before she could convince them all otherwise.
When we reached the hospital, I didn’t wait for anyone to open the door
