Ash’s POV
I didn’t see Rowan for two whole days after that night. He never came back to the room.
He didn’t show up to combat drills, didn’t eat with the others, didn’t even shout at anyone for breathing too loud.
And at Valemont, silence like that doesn’t go unnoticed.
By the third day, whispers were everywhere.
“Did you hear? Draeger locked himself in one of the studies.”
“They said he’s sick. Some wolf sickness thing.”
“Bullshit. He’s just avoiding council responsibility about the murder.”
But I knew better.
He wasn’t sick because of politics. He was sick because of me.
Whatever he’d sensed that night, whatever his wolf had whispered, it was eating him alive. I could see it in his eyes before he walked out. That wild, lost look that shouldn’t belong to someone like him.
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