Third Person POV:
As Silas made his way back toward the pack, the weight of what he had done and what still needed to be done pressed heavily upon him.
Silas moved along the narrow path with steady steps, but his thoughts did not settle.
The witch's words lingered like smoke in his lungs. He was grateful that the witch had remained several steps ahead of him. If something had truly begun to awaken within Selena, it would need to be smothered quietly.
The herbs would do their work. Slowly. Imperceptibly.
But before then, much still needed to be arranged.
By the time he crossed back into pack territory, night had already stretched fully across the sky. Torches burned steadily along the outer walls of the palace. Guards straightened as he approached, but none questioned where he had been. They rarely did.
Silas returned to his chambers to find Loretta waiting for him.
