Semua Bab REBORN TO BREAK YOU: Bab 21 - Bab 30

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 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

CaiusDax doesn't make mistakes. It is the thing I like most about him. If he tells me the sun is going to fall out of the sky tomorrow, I start looking for a helmet."The inventory is short," Dax said. He sat across from my desk, his back straight as a spear. "Three crates of salted meat. Two of the younger guys were seen near the cellar after midnight.""Which ones?" I asked. I didn’t look up from the map I was studying."Kael and his brother. They think they’re clever since their father helped build the west wall.""They aren't," I said. "Take their rations for a week. Put them on double patrol at the North Gate. It’s raining. They can think about how hungry they are while they get wet."Dax nodded. He didn’t smile. He never smiled when we were talking pack business. "I’ll handle it. What about the trade run to the coast? We need to send an escort.""Send four warriors. Not the top tier. We don’t need the best for a salt run, but we need people who won't lose the coin in a card gam

SennaMy bandages were neat, my supplies lined up just so. Three days had passed since I found that room full of old records, and the wrongness of this place felt heavier. But then Lyra found me.She was almost bouncing, eyes wide and bright like I’d never seen them before. Her hands kept fiddling with the hem of her tunic, not from nerves, but from too much energy. She practically ran into me in the corridor, her words tumbling out.“Senna! You won’t believe it, you just won’t!” she gasped, barely stopping to catch her breath.I paused, holding a stack of clean linen. “What is it, Lyra?” My voice stayed flat, even though her excitement was catching. “He’s gone! The wolf, the one who… you know.” Her voice dropped a little when she said ‘the one who,’ glancing around quickly. “The one who kept cornering me. He’s gone!”I raised an eyebrow, trying to show just enough interest without giving away the quiet alarm bells starting to ring in my head. “Gone where?”“Border patrol! Northern e

SennaToday was the day. The very first step, out in the real world, for what I was really doing.My job was a healer, and I was good at it. Caius, the Alpha, he trusted me with things, like this monthly supply run to the eastern market. He’d signed off on it himself, back when we made our rules. It was a good thing, a real thing. But today, it was also a cover.My satchel was heavy on my shoulder. Full of a real shopping list for herbs and things the compound needed. But hidden deep inside, folded very small, was a piece of paper. Just three words. A date, a name, and “unopposed territorial claim.” Small words, big meaning.The market was loud. Smells of spice and sweat and things cooking. People pushed past me, their voices a mix of bargaining and gossip. I kept my head down, looking for the right stall. A patient had told me where to go. "Mira’s stall," she'd said. "Best mountain bark. Near the northern end."I found it. A simple stall, piled high with dried plants, roots, and bund