*Ariella*
The gentle rustling of leaves wakes me. Thalia’s already awake, tending her sapling on the window sill.
“Still thinking about the tea?” Thalia asks softly. I had of course told her everything after returning to our room.
“How could I not?” I reply, rubbing my temples. “I’m fine. Completely unharmed. It’s weirdly maddening.”
“Kieran seemed genuinely worried,” Thalia observes. “He had such a hard time leaving your side last night.”
“I know,” I say, a warmth spreading despite the unease. “He’s been amazing, but it’s not just him. Everyone’s on edge. And the whole thing is so bizarre. I shouldn’t be alive. Maybe it wasn’t as strong a dose as they think? Or maybe…” I trail off. “Maybe Silas was right.”
Thalia’s eyebrows rise. “You think you’re part werewolf?” she asks, a playful
