The gazebo felt wrong after he left.
It wasn't empty, but it was like claimed. It was as if Elder Vaelor had marked the space simply by standing in it, bending the air to his will before walking away and leaving the pressure behind like a bruise.
Henrietta did not sit back down.
She remained standing where she was, fingers curled loosely at her sides, listening to the way the estate breathed around her. The wind moved through the trees as it always had. Birds still called from the upper branches.
And yet everything felt... shifted.
Her wolf paced inside her, claws scraping against the inside of her ribs. It bristled with offense at the implication that dnager had been named and politely delivered.
"Leave."
His words kept rumming inside her mind.
Henrietta exhaled slowly, calming
