Dorian walks in, and I relax a bit. The scent of stew—a mixture of meat and herbs—drifts through the air. He hands it to me, and when I make no move to collect it, he sets it gently beside me. He isn’t wearing his beta expression tonight. His shoulders are slumped, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. “You will be here until the next full moon,” he says quietly. My heart stops. That’s a week from now—and why until the next full moon, when a wolf can hardly contain their shift? I see what they did here. Dorian says again, “The Alpha is buying you time.” My stomach twists into knots. “Buying me time for what?” He hesitates, his eyes flicking to the narrow window before coming back to me. “To get things sorted out smoothly,” he says, then adds, “For himself, too, I think.” “What does that mean?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he gestures toward the bowl. “Eat something. You will need your strength.” He leaves, shutting the door behind him with a muted click.
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