ATLAS' POV.
The door clicked shut behind Willow, and for a few seconds, I just stared at it — at the silence she left behind.
Her scent lingered faintly in the air, something sweet and wild, tangled now with the faint trace of blood. My jaw tightened.
A rogue had bitten her.
That was what she’d said.
And not just any rogue — something stronger, something different.
A rogue in my territory. That wasn’t acceptable.
I should’ve ordered her straight to the healers or the doctors, but something about the look in her eyes stopped me. It wasn’t fear — not exactly. It was more like she was trying to make sense of something she didn’t fully understand. I didn’t want to interfere with that. I was already doing enough by practically forcing her to follow me to Blood Moon for the twins’ birthda
