(Ashina POV)
I hated the old healer before she even entered the courtyard, because Otsana walked like someone who had never feared pretty lies.
She came through the gate with Tala beside her, carrying a silver bowl, a moonstone blade, and herbs wrapped in white cloth.
The Blackfang wolves watched her with fear, but the Northridge wolves lowered their heads because old healers carried power kings could not command.
I kept my hand over my stomach and forced my tears to stay soft, warm, and perfectly placed.
Bardolph had admitted touching me.
That should have been enough.
That should have chained him to me before Daciana’s cold eyes could turn the pack toward doubt.
But Daciana had learned too much from pain.
She did not attack where I wanted her to attack.
She stood in servant brow
