~ELOWEN'S POV~
The days blurred into weeks, and the weeks gathered into a month.
The pain had dulled, but not vanished. It lingered like a scar on my chest, a hollow reminder that no matter how much I tried to breathe, something vital had been stolen from me.
The physicians had declared me healed. My body, yes. But my heart was still raw. Every time I passed through the corridor where I had collapsed, I could almost hear my own scream echoing back.
Yet Sylion never left me. Through long nights when sleep avoided me, he stayed. Through mornings when grief threatened to drown me, his hand steadied mine.
And now, one month later, I sat in his chamber, wrapped in a light shawl, staring out through the glass balcony at Tharros's sprawling valley. The wolves ran their training below, their howls echoing faintly.
"I want to return to college," I said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Sylion glanced at me, his brows lifting. "College?"
