Her words stay with me as I make my way toward the residential quarters, my wolf growing more agitated with each step. Why did she look so relieved? What changed between our confrontation in the forest and her time in the infirmary?
“Seth!”
I turn to find my eldest sister Marina approaching, her long, dark hair braided in the elaborate style that marks her as the wife of a high-ranking noble. At thirty-five, she’s the most intimidating of my siblings, with sharp, green eyes that miss nothing.
“What are you doing skulking around the residential wing?” she demands.
“Looking for someone.”
Her eyebrows arch with interest.
“Someone? A woman?”
I shrug, not trusting my voice.
Marina grins like a cat that has caught a mouse.
“Oh, this is interesting. Who is she?”
“It’s not what you think
