Paris´ POV
I followed Conlan out of the pack house, and he led me into a forest. With every step we took deeper into it, the place seemed to watch us… whisper to us. I feared he was about to give me bad news about my wound, because I had heard him speaking with the doctor who examined me.
What if it really was some kind of poison the rogues had left in my body?
I hoped not—truly—because I hadn’t smelled anything strange when they wounded me, nor had I felt any sign that the wound might not be healing properly.
Goddess… if only I had a wolf who could help me, who could heal my injuries the way everyone else’s wolves healed theirs.
I didn’t even notice when we arrived at the heart of the forest, where the usual sounds of the pack house faded behind us. This place felt untouched, like vi
