I noticed the silver-suppression measures on the cots before I noticed Corvin.
They were adapted from armory supplies — standard silver-damping material, repurposed from combat use into a therapeutic configuration. Not new technology. The specific solution of someone who had needed to manage wolf physiology in a medical context and had used what was available. The measures were practical and they were there, and noticing them before noticing Corvin was how I entered rooms I did not want to enter.
The quarantine area was quiet. The morning light came through a high window on the east wall at an angle that made the room look more peaceful than it was.
Corvin was awake.
He had been awake, Sona's report said, since they'd brought him in. Not restlessly — he had the quality of someone conse
