After the garden incident this morning didn’t feel like morning at all. It felt like the same tense breath the castle had been holding since yesterday which felt heavy, stale, waiting to be released.

I broke to that silence within the room…. and the scrape of the steel.

Not just one sword was being shifted, but a pattern. Boots pacing, pausing, then pacing again. The kind of sound that was so strange. says, we’re ready for a fight that might come at any moment of time.

My wolf side ...