Iris' POV:
Three days later, I was in my room arranging the flowers John had brought me.
He had practically stripped the lakeshore. Every daisy he could find seemed to have ended up in my room, spilling across the tables and windowsills, filling the space with the scent of sunlight and fresh stems.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Sierra Deleon stepped inside.
She ran Grey Rock Pack's medical wing, an older she-wolf with gray threaded through her hair and a calm, steady presence that made wolves listen. She wasn't exactly warm, but she was respected, and with good reason. No one in the Pack doubted her skill.
"Luna, may I speak with you privately?"
Her expression was grave enough to make my stomach drop before she even took another step.
"Of course. Ple
