Chapter 24 The Werewoman

• “Why does it feel like we just walked into a funeral?” Callan muttered, stepping down from the carriage with a sharp frown. His eyes flicked across the courtyard, taking in the stiff bodies and lowered gazes of the wolves around them.
• Lily didn’t answer. Her hand tightened around his arm as she scanned the crowd. Something was wrong—very wrong.
• “Do you hear that?” she whispered, voice tight. “They’re whispering... and they keep glancing toward the healing wing.”