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Chapter 65

Author: Skye
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 01:03:24
*Greenwood — Outer Gardens, Afternoon*

Crystal liked the garden behind the council hall because it was quiet.

Ethan walked beside her, his shoulders tense beneath the pale linen shirt he had pulled on after training. His wolf still prowled beneath his skin, she could feel it but it wasn’t restless energy that made him silent.

It seemed something was weighing him down.

Crystal slowed, waiting until he matched her pace. “You’ve been quiet since the council,” she said softly.

Ethan’s jaw ticked. “I don’t have much to say.”

“That has never stopped you before,” she teased gently, trying to get a smile on his face. When none came, her expression softened. “What’s wrong, Ethan?”

He hesitated. Then, with a sharp exhale, he dropped onto the stone bench beneath the roses.

Crystal followed, watching his hands clench on his knees. For a long moment he didn’t speak, and when he finally did, his voice was rough.

“I failed you.”

The words hit her chest like a stone. She blinked, stunned.
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