*Starblood Pack — Healer’s Wing, Hours After the Lightstorm*
The halls were too quiet. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that followed ruin. Edwin stood by the open window, the wind brushing past his face.
His fingers curled around the stone window, the surface still warm from its echo.
He had not said much since Crystal collapsed. He had not needed to.
His silence was not grief. He was calculating, watching and waiting.
“She burned brighter than she should have,” he murmured, more to the wind than the young healer hovering nervously behind him.
Sarah lingered near the doorway, arms crossed tightly. “What does that even mean?”
Edwin’s staff tapped the stone floor once.
“It means the seal I feared has cracked and something is out.”
She stared at him, uncertain
