Victoria
I found myself walking through the sterile corridors of Howlthorne Pack's medical facility alongside Lilith. The scent of antiseptic couldn't quite mask the underlying smells of healing herbs and wolf musk that permeated any pack hospital.
"He's been asking for you," Lilith said quietly as we approached Enzo's room. "Ever since he regained full consciousness. The doctors say his physical injuries are healing well, but..."
"But the emotional trauma will take longer," I finished. I understood all too well. My own sleep had been plagued by nightmares of Marcus's artificial eye and Aurora's final moments.
Lilith nodded, her hand briefly touching my arm. "Victoria, I want you to know—whatever he says, whatever his reaction is to the news about Aurora—he's not the same man
