Mei
The Great Library at midnight was supposed to be a sanctuary, but tonight the silence felt thin, stretched to the point of breaking.
Mei sat at a secluded desk tucked deep within the "Medical and Lineage" stacks, the flickering light of a single tallow candle dancing across the pages of a heavy text on Spinal Trauma and Lycan Energetics. She was hunting for something; anything that could explain why Alaric's nerves remained dormant despite the healers' insistence that the physical damage had long since mended.
"It isn't just the nerves in his spine", Lady Mooncrest's voice echoed in her mind. It is the Mark of the Betrayed.
Mei's fingers traced a diagram of the Lycan nervous system, noting the way the Alpha's "spiritual conduits" ran parallel to the spinal cord. She was looking for a crossover, a point where a human's proximity might bridge the gap Lucian's cruelty had widened.
