Karina had spent the day tending to the injured, ensuring the Crimson Claw pack was as stable as it could be in the chaos. The infection had spread faster than anyone had expected, and despite the new tranquilizer from the Silver Moon, it was a constant battle to keep the infected wolves under control. As sun began to fall, Karina felt the familiar tug of fatigue settling in her bones.
She was about to return to her cabin and retire for the evening when Derek approached her, his expression unreadable.
“Karina,” he began, his voice softer than usual, “I have something I’d like to show you.”
Surprised, she followed him through the camp, weaving between tents and makeshift shelters until they reached the edge of the Crimson Claw territory. Derek stopped in front of a small structure hidden
