I didn’t sleep.
The safe house stayed quiet after the bathroom, but I felt Bastián’s attention like a weight pressed to the back of my neck for the rest of the night. He didn’t ask more questions, he didn’t call for a healer, he only watched me from time to time with that same hard, unreadable focus that made it impossible to relax.
By morning, the bruise of his suspicion had settled into my skin.
That was a problem because suspicious wolves didn’t stay useful for long. They started checking details, they started noticing the kind of thing I could not afford them noticing.
So I gave him a lead.
Not a real one, a better one.
I found the old coastal dock before breakfast, while the others were still moving through the house with their weapons and clipped voices. The place was half-forg
