Chapter 13 Unknown

• Celine POV
• The pack’s grounds fade behind us, replaced by the quiet of the forest. I am cradled in King Sebastian’s arms as we move swiftly toward a small encampment nestled among the trees. The tents are simple but orderly, their canvas sides flapping softly in the cool night breeze. Torches flicker around the perimeter, casting golden light across the scene. The area feels strange, almost peaceful, though I remain on edge.
• He carries me into the largest tent, where a sturdy wooden table sits in the center, surrounded by medical supplies and neatly arranged tools. The space smells of herbs and something metallic, a clean sterility that puts me on edge. He places me carefully on the table, and the sensation of being elevated makes my stomach churn with unease.