The new healing centre stood at the edge of a quiet valley, surrounded by pine trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the mist. Built by the neighbouring Dawn Veil Pack, it was small but crucial, offering care and healing to those who had nowhere else to turn. It wasn’t as large as the infirmary Aria had left behind, but its warmth and purpose were undeniable. This was a place for renewal, not just of bodies, but of hope.
Aria arrived before the sun had fully risen, the air still cool with the remnants of night. She wore a simple gray dress, her hair pulled back in a neat braid, and her healer’s satchel hung securely across her shoulder. The journey here had been long and exhausting—days of travel, nights spent tossing and turning with thoughts of all she had left behind. Yet as she
