The moment we crossed the threshold of Dominic’s private wing, the atmosphere changed.
Not lighter.
Not safer.
Just… contained.
The wards sealed behind us with a low thrum, shutting out the whispers of the forest and every set of watching eyes. The noise of the compound vanished, swallowed in thick, enchanted silence that seemed built for confessions, confrontations—
and things even more dangerous.
Dominic carried Dane directly into the healing chamber, the one room in the fortress designed for emergencies but rarely used by the Alpha himself. A fire roared in the stone hearth, casting the room in warm gold.
Dane shivered at the heat.
His body was still fighting the purge.
“Set him on the bed,” the silver-braided healer instructed.
Dominic lowered him onto the thick mattress with
