(Bardolph’s POV)
Blood covered Ashina’s wrist when they brought her into my study, and the sight made my wolf roar with rage.
For one cruel second, all the doubts Farkas had placed in my mind burned away beneath the smell of fresh blood.
Ashina clung to Lowell as she could barely stand, yet her eyes searched for me with the desperate trust of a frightened woman.
“She tried to kill me,” Ashina whispered, and those five words struck the room harder than the border attack itself.
Farkas stood near the desk, his old face unreadable, but I saw suspicion tighten the corners of his eyes.
“Let the healer inspect the wound before we decide what happened,” Farkas said, sounding calm enough to make my anger worse.
I turned on him with a growl because the night was already filled with blood, sm
