Chapter 52

• Darius POV
• Marcus called for Nessy before we even finished breakfast, mumbling something about timing, runes, and “stabilizing readings.” Whatever that meant. Half the pack thinks he’s half-crazy, but he’s the only witch I trust not to blow us all up.
• Nessy followed me to the healer’s den, footsteps quick, shoulders tense. She kept rubbing the inside of her wrist where her magic always stirs. I felt it too—tight, warm—but I didn’t comment. She’d only argue.