Nixon’s POV
The healer unnerved me.
Not because she was powerful.
Not because she had walked into our pack and brought a dead pup back to life with nothing but a song and blood on her lips.
No.
Talia unnerved me because she looked at me like she already knew every terrible thing I had ever done.
And she did it without eyes.
I leaned against the wooden pillar outside the pack hospital, arms crossed over my chest while the night wind tore through the courtyard. Patrol wolves moved in the distance. Pack members lowered their heads when they passed me.
Good.
They should.
Fear kept people smart.
Fear kept people alive.
But the blind girl sitting quietly on the stone steps nearby didn’t fear me at all.
Talia sat with her hands folded in her lap, silver-white hair swaying softly in t
