Chapter 241: What the Blood Revealed
The maids hesitated.
Diana looked at Sally. Sally looked at Theresa. Theresa looked at the floor. Their mouths opened and closed, but no words emerged—only the empty silence of people who had been caught unprepared and were scrambling for something to say.
Kathryn did not wait.
Her nose twitched. The scent of blood was faint, but it was there—sharp and unmistakable to a wolf's senses. She followed it to the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket back without ceremony.
Sally gasped.
"What are you—"
Kathryn ignored her.
Her eyes had found the bandages wrapped around Lyria's feet. They were clean on the outside, but the scent was stronger here, and she could see the faint discolouration seeping through the fabric—a pale yellow stain that spoke of infection already beginning to take hold.
She unwrapped them quickly, her fingers deft and sure, and when the last layer of bandage fell away, she stared in shock.
The room was quiet.
