Darcel:
The room was still, save for the faint crackle of magic lingering in the air. Frankie’s defiance, though spoken in a whisper, carried the weight of a battle cry. Her strength, even in the face of death, was a force that bound us together.
I tightened my grip on her hand, grounding myself in the faint warmth of her touch. “You’ll come with us,” I said, my voice low but resolute. “But only if you promise to lean on us when you need to. No more carrying this weight alone. You may not be poisoned anymore, but your body is still weak from it.”
Her eyes softened, the faintest trace of gratitude flickering in their depths. “Deal,” she said, her voice steady despite the weariness that clung to her.
Kane remained kneeling by her side, his wolf still restless beneath his skin. “We won’t
