Daciana

The door to my chambers closes behind me with a soft click, and I finally let myself breathe. My face throbs with each pulse of my heartbeat, a sharp, burning sensation that radiates from my cheek down through my jaw.

I press trembling fingers to the wound, wincing as pain lances through the affected area. My skin feels hot and tender, slightly raised where the wolfsbane-coated claws made contact. In the mirror across the room, I can see the angry red mark, slowly starting to heal.

I shouldn’t have gone.

The thought crashes through my mind as I sink onto the edge of my bed. I’d sensed the hostility...