Dravina POV
Malrik was gone by morning, having left early for a meeting with a neighboring pack. He hadn’t shared much about the nature of the visit, but I knew enough about the responsibilities of a regional Alpha to understand it came with the territory. Every pack within his domain reported to him, and their problems became his to solve.
I did, however, notice he’d taken the painting with him. That small detail lingered in my thoughts longer than I expected. What exactly did he intend to do with it?
I had just stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped snugly around me as I worked the moisture out of my hair, when a knock echoed at the door.
“Who is it?” I called, voice muffled through damp locks.
“It’s me, miss,” came Ysolde’s familiar voice.
A soft chuckle escaped me. She’d clea
