Dorian

We spent bloody hours hunched over the map, yet no matter how many conditions and traps I explained, Caspian still refused to trust me.

I practically talked myself hoarse pointing out every possible ambush spot, and that water wolf still showed me zero sympathy.

I folded my grey cloak carefully, making sure the existence-concealing spell woven into the fabric stayed dormant.

“We’ll take a break first,” the Alpha wolf ordered.

Caspian sat down at last, though his eyes never left me, ...