CLARABEL’S POV

I didn't look at him. "It’s just the bond, Kael. It’s a physical fluke."

"You don't understand," Kael continued, his voice dropping so low the healers couldn't catch the words. "Malakai has been injured worse than this. I’ve seen him take silver blades to the chest and rogue teeth to the throat. When his wolf goes dark, he kills anyone who gets within ten feet of him. He doesn't recognize servants. He doesn't recognize healers. He’s nearly taken my arm off twice when he was in a delirium. He has never calmed down for anyone."

A strange discomfort crawled through me. I turned my head, my glare sharp...