Lidora Nader had ceased to be the Crazy She-Wolf of Asthan the moment she had returned to being the Nanny of the Last Queen. Yet she continued to roam the forests with her herbs, her potions, and her stories to amuse the children.

She was the first one Aidan and Rhia turned to when Bhremi settled on the rug in front of the fireplace in their living room, howling every two seconds as if she were a she-wolf rejected by her mate.

“This is not good,” the old woman murmured, checking on her. “Bhremi is depressed, but Briccia is worse. I've never seen her so bad. It's as if my little girl had broken. She hasn't eaten, she hasn't slept, she won't stop crying, she's sure something bad happened to her wolf.

“Her wolf?” Aidan asked, raising his eyebrows at that use of the possessive.

Lidora looked at him, narrowing her impish eyes.

“Do you want me to tell you what I really think?” she asked in a whisper and with an air of complicity.

“Of course,” Aidan crossed his arms and ducked his head to he