“I want to schedule… a termination,” I said softly. The words hurt, but I couldn’t bring a pup into this darkness.
“Of course. Can you come tomorrow morning?”
“Yes,” I answered, my voice empty.
“Name?”
“Nivella Bloodwyn.”
I used my birth name. If I said Blackspire, they would know I belonged to the Alpha bloodline.
There was a short pause.
“Understood. We will see you at ten in the morning,” the woman said before ending the call.
I held the crystal communicator tightly and took a slow breath, trying to steady myself.
“Where are you going?” Razen’s voice came from behind me, and I stiffened. I didn’t notice when he entered.
I slipped the crystal communicator into my pocket and looked at him with cold eyes. “Just going for a healer check,” I said, my tone distant.
Razen tilted his head slightly, his brows drawing together. “A check? Are you not fine?”
“I am fine,” I replied shortly, walking past him toward the wardrobe to change into my night clothes.
His gaze stayed on me, sharp and searching. “Nivella, is something bothering you?”
I paused, then looked back at him. “Nothing is wrong, Razen,” I said with a faint, bitter smile. “Everything is exactly how it should be.”