(Isla)
I sat with it for a long time after Caius finished talking.
Not because I didn't understand it. Because I did, and understanding it was the part that needed sitting with.
Brent was free.
Not because he'd escaped. Not because someone had decided his sentence was too harsh or that what he'd done didn't warrant what was coming to him. He was free because a woman had felt the bond arrive and had made the only choice she could make in that moment, the same way every wolf who had ever felt the bond had understood on some level that it rearranged everything around itself without asking permission.
I knew what that felt like.
I set the fox down on the table and looked at it without seeing it.
Dara. Twenty six. Three years in the royal guard, a life built inside Wraithbone's structure
