Petal's POV

By dawn, the rain had stopped, leaving the world heavy with silence. The courtyard was soaked in puddles reflecting the gray sky, the scent of wet earth thick in the air. I hadn’t slept a second.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shimmer of the poisoned well and Rosie’s sweet, deceitful smile.

Aslaan had ordered guards to seal off the area, but that hadn’t eased the tension in the camp. If anything, it made things worse. Wolves woke to find the water they relied on ...