Tyla POV.The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. White, too bright, too clean. Not the wooden beams of the servants’ quarters or the damp smell of the shed, Loara once locked me in. This place felt… sterile. Safe.For a second, I thought I was dead.Then the ache in my body reminded me I wasn’t that lucky. My arms felt heavy, my chest tight, and every breath carried the faint tang of medicine. Slowly, memories rushed back: the rejection, Loara’s furious eyes, the shove, the blood, the cold seeping into my skin when they dragged me out like trash.Reynold’s voice echoed in my head. “You are just a maid to me.”Inside me, my wolf whimpered. She was so faint I could barely feel her presence, as if she were curling away from the world in shame.I clenched the sheets beneath me, forcing back tears. I should have been gone. Why wasn’t I gone?The door opened, and a man stepped in. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filled the entire room before he even spoke. His eyes are gray, pierci
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