The morning light was a cruel witness. It spilled through the narrow window of the High Tower, illuminating the wreckage of the furs and the stark, crimson mark on the curve of my shoulder.Kael was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. The fever had broken, leaving behind a heavy, shimmering tether that pulsed with every beat of his heart. I could feel his inner turmoil as clearly as my own skin. It was a bitter, metallic taste at the back of my throat. "You should go," I whispered, pulling the furs up to hide the mark."It’s too late for that," he rasped, turning to look at me. The abyssal black had receded from his eyes, leaving them a haunted, fractured blue. "The bond is anchored. My wolf is settled, but my pack… my pack is going to smell you on me before I even reach the Great Hall."He stood, his movements stiff. The dominance he usually wore like armor was cracked. For the first time, he looked vulnerable. He reached for his tunic, but his
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