LOGINSennaThe air felt thick tonight. Not with sickness, but with something else. Bren was burning up. His leg infection, which I’d been fighting for days, was back with a vengeance. I pressed a cool cloth to his forehead, feeling the heat radiate through the linen."Hang on, Bren," I whispered, though he was out cold. Around me, the infirmary was quiet. I felt the familiar pull of worry, the ache of responsibility. These walls, this compound... they sometimes felt too big, too real. I focused back on Bren. He needed me.A shadow fell over the bed. I didn't need to look up. Caius. Bren was one of his training warriors, so I knew he’d be asking. He’d already checked in twice this week."How is he?" Caius asked, his voice low, a rumble you could feel more than hear."Fever spiked again," I said, not looking away from Bren. I didn't like being watched while I worked, especially by him. It made me feel… exposed. "I'm pushing more of the feverfew draught. It’s a deep infection. Stubborn."He
AelaI always felt like I was waiting for something. Something I couldn't name. It was just always there.This day started like any other, though. I was in my big room, the one where I do Alpha work. Theron, my Beta, was there too. He had a stack of reports. They were thick, rustly, full of words about other packs and what they were doing. My pack is Thornhaven. We are strong."Okay, Aela," Theron said. He always calls me Aela. "This is the quarterly report. Things are mostly quiet on the west.""Good," I said. My voice is deep. It helps people listen.Theron flipped a page. "Ironblood, though. They've been busy."I nodded. Ironblood is always busy. They like to push their borders. It makes me mad sometimes how they treat smaller packs. Like they don't matter. It reminds me of... a feeling I can't place. A bad feeling from long ago."East side. Caius is still Caius," Theron grumbled. Caius is the Alpha of Ironblood. He's not a good man. "He's moved some hunters closer to our old trade
SennaTonight, I couldn’t stay in the infirmary. Caius made a rule. All the staff had to come to the pack dinner.I was sitting at the end of the long table when she walked up to me. She was very beautiful. Her hair was dark and shiny. Her dress looked like it cost more than everything I owned. She didn’t look like a mean person, but when she looked at me, I felt a cold shiver go down my back. I know that look. I grew up in a pack. I know how people look at you when they want to push you down to show everyone they are on top."You must be the new healer," she said. She sat down in the empty chair next to me. "I’m Vera.""I’m Senna," I said. I kept my hands in my lap."I have heard so many things about you, Senna," Vera said. She smiled, but her eyes stayed very still. "Caius says you are very talented. He says you saved his life.""I just did my job," I told her. I didn’t want to talk about Caius."He is very important to this pack," Vera said. She leaned in a little closer. I could s
SennaThe man who killed me is in the next room. I know it now. It makes the tea in my cup taste like iron, even though it is only herbs.I sat at my work table before the sun came up. I did not sleep at all. I just sat there. I looked at the dark corners of the room. I looked at my hands. They are Senna’s hands now. They are soft and they heal people. But I remember my old hands. I remember the blood and the way the air felt when my first life ended.I know who I was. I was Maren. I died when his pack took the land. He was the one who did it. He planned it. He watched it happen. And now, I live in his house. I eat his food. I heal his people."You have to be smart, Senna," I whispered to the empty room."I am being smart," I whispered back to myself."Are you going to run?""No. If I run, he will find me. If I stay, I can see everything."I looked at the jars of medicine on my shelf. I have been here for a month. I know where the guards stand. I know who likes him and who hates him.
SennaI used to think my brain was a box with a locked lid. I liked the lock because it kept me safe and let me do my work. But tonight, the lock just fell off and everything inside came pouring out."It is just a ritual blend," I said to the empty infirmary. I was talking to the bowl of herbs on my table. I talk to myself when the room is too quiet. "The pack member asked for it. Cedar, dried petals, and that one special root. It shouldn't smell like this."I held the small bundle over the candle flame. The smoke went up in a thin, grey line. It didn't smell like medicine or dirt. It smelled like a hallway. A very specific hallway with cold stone floors and high windows."Senna, stop looking at the smoke," I told myself. My voice sounded small. "Just finish the blend and go to bed."But I couldn't move my hands. I was staring at the wall, but I wasn't seeing the infirmary anymore."Why do I know how many steps it takes to get to the Great Hall?" I asked the room. "I've only been here
SennaHe came late. Very late. And for nothing.It was way past midnight when the knock came, soft but firm, on the infirmary door. I was still up, mixing a salve. My fingers paused over the mortar and pestle. Curiosity, a thing I sometimes tried to ignore, pricked at me. Who would come now? And for what?I opened the door, just a crack at first. It was Caius.He stood there, framed by the dim hall light. His face was usually sharp, but tonight it looked… softer? Tired, maybe. In his hand, he held the other one, a small stain of red on his palm."Problem?" I asked. My voice came out flat, professional. It was always professional when it came to him. Or at least, I tried for it to be."Cut my hand," he said. His voice was low, a rumble I could feel in my chest. "On a training post."I looked at the cut. It was a clean slice, small, not deep. It barely bled. It would be fine by morning without anything from me. I knew it. He probably knew it too. It was a dumb excuse. But I didn't say a







