The Sovereignty of the Healer
~VINA HALE~
I am currently occupying the East Wing of the Silver Moon
Packhouse. It’s the most luxurious part of the building, and seven years ago, I wasn't even allowed to walk the hallway without a mop in my hand.
Now? I’ve replaced the locks, posted Lycan warriors at every door, and banned anyone with the last name Blackwood from entering without a written appointment.
There is something deeply satisfying about watching your former bullies try to figure out if they should bow to you or run for their lives.
The infirmary was my first stop.
It used to be a sterile, depressing place where the "weak" were sent to be ignored. I walked in this morning with my silver mask on and my heels clicking against the marble like a countdown timer.
“Who are you? Y
