Malrik POV
Ysolde’s shoulders quivered as tears streaked down her face, her anguish raw and unrestrained.
“I tried to help my cousin,” she choked, her voice thick with grief. “I truly did. But none of us understood how the ability worked not even me. If I’d known, if I’d understood, I would have acted. I would have shielded her. I would have taken the punishment myself if I could. But I couldn’t. I failed her. I failed them both.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, her grief flooding the room like a storm cloud. She drew a shuddering breath, struggling to compose herself.
“It began the night guests gathered at Rhydian and Orielle’s home to celebrate their baby’s birth. It should have been joyous, but Orielle was unwell. She had a fever, and her wolf was slipping from her
