I went to Raul because there was no one else left to go to.
That truth alone should have warned me.
The seer’s chambers were quiet in the way sacred places often are, heavy with incense and old stone, the air humming faintly as if the walls themselves were listening. Moonlight filtered through narrow slits high above, casting pale lines across the floor like the ribs of some great sleeping beast. Raul stood near the altar, his back to me, hands folded behind him.
For a moment, I almost turned back.
But my marriage was already unravelling, my son was caught between two warring wolves, and my Alpha husband had just told me I was his greatest mistake. Pride could not save me now.
“Raul,” I said.
He turned slowly, his expression unreadable as ever. No warmth, no surprise. Just those eyes
