(Siena’s POV)
The pain starts subtly—a dull ache in my chest that pulses with each beat of my heart.
I ignore it at first, attributing it to exhaustion after the grueling trials. But as the day drags on, the ache grows, sharp and insistent, clawing at me from the inside. By the time evening falls, it’s unbearable.
In my cabin, poring over the latest patrol reports, I’m trying to lose myself in work, but the words blur. My hand clenches the edge of the desk as another wave of pain ripples through me.
My wolf lets out a mournful whine, low and distressed, curling in on herself deep within my consciousness.
“Siena?” Rairity’s voice is soft, laced with concern. She’s standing by the doorway, her brows drawn together as she watches me. I hadn’t heard her come in.
“It’s
