Ruby
The moment Manson left, the air in the infirmary became suffocating.
His last words echoed in my mind.
"You will. If you value your life."
He expected me to stay put. To obey.
But I never had, and I never would.
My hands tightened into fists as I turned toward the door. My heart pounded with the rush of defiance.
I wasn’t some weak, helpless omega waiting to be controlled.
I was a doctor. If there were injured wolves, I had to help.
Screw Manson and his orders.
I moved quickly, grabbing a small medical bag and stuffing it with the essentials bandages, painkillers, and antiseptic herbs. My hands worked on instinct, my mind racing through worst-case scenarios.
What had the warrior meant by unnatural?
Werewolves were strong. Rogues were vicious, but we could handle them.
But
