MAEVE POV
I woke up with my body burning, the Silver Woman’s figure hovering over me, and now her whisper in my ear felt real—not just something in my subconscious anymore. She pushed me deeper, urging me to find where the root of my blood came from. And I couldn’t refuse her, because she kept telling me to search for answers.
The parchment from Eamon only taught a single technique from the Forbidden Art, nothing else. There was no history of it, not even within the Nightwhisper pack.
I felt the throbbing in my shoulder, worse than before. The remaining poison clashed with the energy from the Forbidden Art. The Silver Woman kept urging me to find a recovery technique so my body could stabilize again.
I slid off the edge of the bed, put on my cloak, and stepped out of the room. Every
