The room was silent, but it wasn't a comfortable silence. It was thick, restless, heavy with everything that had happened outside. Luara could still feel the bond's pulse throbbing in her bones as she walked to the bed, her body begging for rest, but her mind boiling over. No use trying to convince herself the night was over. Nyssara wouldn't allow it.

The she-wolf appeared in her consciousness like a crack, impatient, fierce, vibrating with indignation.

"You're a useless ...