Arthur’s POV
Tyla slept again after her confession, her breath steady but shallow, her lashes resting lightly against her cheeks. Even in sleep she looked fragile—as if the weight of her lineage bore down on her even now.
Not just a wolf.
Not just a healer.
A Luminara.
A living impossibility.
I sat beside her bed, elbows on my knees, fingers woven tightly together as I tried to steady the growl that kept rising in my chest.
Reynold had known what she was.
He had tried to claim her.
Use her.
And the thought alone made my wolf tear at my insides like a caged monster.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Lucas entered without waiting for my permission—which meant he knew I wouldn’t care.
He looked at Tyla first, then at me.
“She told you,” he said quietly.
“She did.”
“And you bel
