POV: Dinah
After finishing a breakfast that tasted like ash and regret, scraping the porcelain plate clean only because my wolf demanded the fuel, I walk up the grand staircase to check on Leo.
The house is quiet in the way a tomb is quiet, holding its breath, and when I reach the nursery the Omega guard tells me he is still asleep. She stands by the door with her hands clasped, her attitude cooler than the others, wary and distant but still respectful of my proximity to the Alpha.
"The Young Master seems better today," she says, her voice low so as not to disturb the air. "He woke up early and ate a little before the Healer’s draught pulled him back under, but his scent has been stronger since you arrived, less like fading smoke and more like a wolf."
I give a small nod, accepting the
