Ralph’s POV
I experienced profound hurt upon the revelation, unable to accept the idea that she could be a murderer. I couldn't sleep or eat for the past two days.
“Speak to her,” urged Conri, my wolf, resonating through my thoughts.
“I can't,” I replied.
“Coward!” he retorted before withdrawing into the recesses of my head.
A knock echoed on my office door, but I chose silence, avoiding the company. The door creaked open, and Tala entered, disregarding my unspoken objection.
“I didn't invite you in,” I muttered.
“You don't need to. Here,” she offered, handing me pastries.
“I have no appetite,” I dismissed, anticipating trouble as she sighed deeply.
“Either you eat, or we engage in combat,” she threatened.
I wasn’t in a good mood for combat, so I reluctantly grabbed a
