Kieran’s POV

The sun has barely breached the horizon, but I’m already awake, restless. My body still aches from the strike, my wounds twinging faintly despite the healer’s work. I shift in the bed, testing my limits. A sharp pang shoots through my side, and I sit upright sharply, wincing. Something isn’t right.

I glance at the healer sitting across the room, quietly mixing a potion in her usual precise movements. Everything seems normal—too normal. My instincts flare, the same ...