Nellie’s POV
It was a day like any other, sunlight streaming through the tall windows, painting the white walls in golden tones. I walked down the second-floor hallway, my sneakers squeaking softly against the polished linoleum as I carried a tray of medical supplies. My nursing shift had been quiet. I checked the vitals of an elderly man with a fracture, applied ointment to the burns of a little boy who had gotten too close to a hot pot, and chatted with the other nurses about a birthday party they were planning. The routine wrapped around me like a warm blanket, keeping the memories of Moon’s Fang—and the betrayal that had nearly cost me my life—at bay.
As I organized bandages in the supply closet, a familiar voice broke my concentration.
“Hil, are you still hiding among the bandages?
