ERIC
The hallway was quiet, lit only by dim torches casting long shadows against the walls. I moved like a ghost, silent and sure.
My footsteps didn’t make a sound as I made my way back to Mira’s chamber. I already knew Sylvester was in there. He had told me earlier he wanted to be alone with her, but I also knew that wasn’t the full truth.
Something in his tone had shifted. Something in his eyes. So I followed. Not because I doubted him. No. I didn’t need to doubt Sylvester. I already knew he was weak.
I paused at the edge of the corridor, then pressed myself against the wall beside Mira’s door. It was barely cracked open, just enough for my sharp wolf hearing to catch every single word. I waited. And soon, the voices began.
“You don’t understand, Mira,” Sylvester’s voice came, hea
