The scent of antiseptic and herbal poultices filled the air as I made my way through the Shadow Pack infirmary. Despite the grim reminder of our recent battle with Marcus's forces, I felt a swell of pride seeing how efficiently Johnson and Uncle Alessio were managing the recovery efforts.
"Alpha Victoria," Johnson greeted me with a respectful nod as I approached. His white coat was spotted with blood, but his expression remained calm and collected. "The warriors are recovering well. Most should be back on their feet within the week."
I smiled, relief washing over me. "Thank you both for your tireless work."
Uncle Alessio, his silver-streaked hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, looked up from bandaging a young warrior's arm. "It is our honor to serve the pack," he said, his Italian acce
