The door to the pack hospital opened again—
And this time—
Conall entered, flanked by two older wolves.
Nera and Carl.
They looked just as worn as Kira had described.
Tired.
Injured.
Barely holding themselves upright.
Kira’s head snapped toward them.
“Aunt Nera… Uncle Carl…”
Relief flooded her face.
“They’re here,” she whispered.
Blaze immediately ran toward them, wrapping his small arms around Nera’s leg.
The reunion was quiet—
But heavy with everything they had endured.
“Healers,” Damon called calmly.
Two stepped forward at once.
“Check them.”
Nera tried to wave them off.
“We’re fine—”
“You’re not,” Willow said gently but firmly.
And something in her tone—
Made Nera stop resisting.
They were guided to separate beds.
The healer worked efficiently.
Checking wounds.
