I couldn’t even sense her wolf. Not clearly. There was no signature, no bond, no claim—nothing that should have pulled at me.
But still…
That pull.
It was there. A constant thread I couldn’t shake loose.
I pushed the thoughts away and refocused. Looked the healer in the eye.
“I’ll go see her.”
She blinked.
Actually blinked like she’d heard me wrong.
“You’ll… what?”
“I’m going to the infirmary,” I repeated, tone flat.
Her brows lifted, just slightly. She was too seasoned to show open surprise—but it was there. And I didn’t blame her. I’d never personally checked on a stranger before. I certainly didn’t visit unconscious girls in the healer’s ward.
That kind of softness wasn’t in my nature.
Or so I’d thought.
She fell in step behind me as I walked, silent but clearly intrigued.
