Elara POV
The glowing mark on my shoulder didn't stop pulsing until the sun began to peek through the hallway windows, and Kael didn't say another word about it as he led me down to a part of the pack house I hadn't seen before, where the air smelled like old parchment and dried herbs. He stopped in front of a heavy iron-bound door and turned to face me, his expression back to being a wall of stone that made the soft moment we shared in the library feel like it had happened in another lifetime.
"I can't keep you locked in a room while my people are out there working and bleeding for this pack, so you are going to start earning your keep today, and I don't want to hear any complaints about your injuries or your lack of strength," Kael said, his arms crossed as he looked down at me with
