Fiona's POV
The first rays of dawn pierced the horizon, bathing the courtyard in a soft, golden glow. The aftermath of the battle lay scattered across the grounds—claw marks gouged into the earth, remnants of shadowy mist dissipating under the morning light.
But for now, there was peace.
I sat on the terrace of the healing ward, overlooking the serene scene below. Wolves, though battered and bruised, moved about with a sense of quiet determination, tending to the wounded and repairing the damage.
Sebastian appeared beside me, carrying two steaming mugs. He handed me one before settling into the chair next to mine.
"Tea," he said simply. "You need it more than wine this morning."
I smirked but took a sip. The warmth spread through me, soothing the lingering tension in my body. "Thank you."
He leaned back, his expression softer than I'd seen in days. "How are you holding up?"