Nala
"What are your plans?" I asked, my voice cautious but direct. I could tell from his demeanor that there was more he wasn’t saying yet. He sighed deeply, leaning partially on his desk as he looked at me.
There was a hesitation in his eyes, like he was weighing how best to say something he knew I might not like.
"Come on, out with it," I urged, crossing my arms and meeting his gaze. He sighed again, a little heavier this time, before finally speaking.
"She’ll be returning to the packhouse in Ravenclaw," he said, his words careful but firm.
I frowned, the implications of his statement hitting me instantly.
"Isn’t that dangerous?" I asked, my tone sharp with concern. "You said the roads weren’t safe—that’s why you didn’t send her there in the first place."
"You’re right, it is da
