ISOLDE
Night had fallen, heavy and restless.
I had just finished tending to Marie. She was finally calm, lying down with her breathing soft.
The root of her pain was simple... she’d eaten something her wolf rejected. The rejection had racked her body until she shook with agony. But now she was resting, her lashes still damp from tears.
I stepped outside onto the veranda, letting the night air cool my skin. Prince Finnian stood there, tall, rigid, silent as the shadows around him. His presence was steady, almost suffocating, yet strangely grounding. My heart, though, drifted elsewhere... towards Rowan.
Rowan. My husband. My King.
I missed him more than I dared to say aloud. His coldness never left me, yet still… I remembered. The letter of apology he once sent.
The way his hand gr
