me like a physical ache. The nightmare has left me restless, my wolf sensing my disquiet and wanting to run it off.
I slip from my chambers, moving silently through the palace as only someone who guards it can. The servants’ passageway leads me to a small side door—my regular exit when I need solitude after a night watch.
Cool air hits my face as I step outside, and I take a deep breath. The forest edge beckons, dark and welcoming, far from the palace where everyone else sleeps soundly, undisturbed by dreams of blood and pursuit. I’ve always found more peace among trees than people.
My strides are long and confident as I cross the grounds toward the tree line. The physical strength that makes me an effective royal guard serves me well here, my body responding perfectly to my commands. O
