WOUNDS THAT LINGER Magnus didn’t knock. He rarely did. The guards outside the healing ward gave him the usual nod and stepped aside, because his presence needed no explanation. Cassius had sent him—but the Alpha King hadn’t needed to. Magnus would’ve come anyway. The healer was a gifted she-wolf, and relative of the royal family. She could heal almost every ailment. Her services had been rendered to the royal family for centuries. Hearing Magnus’s approaching footsteps, she looked up from her table of herbs and tinctures, brushing pale powder from her fingertips. “Twice in one day, General?” “Cassius wants an update,” he replied, voice quiet, but firm. “On both of them.” The woman tilted her head, thoughtful. “And you?” “I’m just doing my job.” A lie that sat heavy on his tongue. She said nothing more, gesturing toward the back half of the ward, where the beds sat cloaked in privacy screens. The thick curtains were drawn halfway around the two beds, separating them from
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