Chapter 22: Wounds and Whispers (Elara's POV)
The healing den smelled of sage and moonflower, familiar scents that usually brought me comfort. Today, though, they couldn't mask the anxiety radiating from Finn as I approached his bed. My body still ached from Daniel's attack, silver poisoning lingering in my system, but I pushed my own discomfort aside.
Wendy stirred inside me, immediately picking up on Finn's distressed scent. There was something different about him today – a new tension in his slender frame, a resolve I hadn't seen before.
"You came," he said, his voice stronger than I expected.
I took the chair beside his bed, wincing slightly as I sat. "Of course I came. How are you feeling?"
Finn's hands fidgeted with the edge of his blanket. "I did it, Elara. I reported Dani
