Charlotte’s POV
The infirmary was quiet and smelled like herbs and cleaning solution. I took a step inside, wrapping my arms around my midsection. A few cots were occupied by pack members, but otherwise, I didn’t see any employees.
“Do you need help?” a voice called out.
I looked up to find a woman in a crisp white healer’s uniform standing a few feet away, holding a tray with little paper cups of various medications. I vaguely recognized her—she was one of Sophia’s friends.
Great. I would probably find no help from her, not if Sophia had any influence on her opinion of me. But it was too late, and the pain was worsening by the second.
“I’m… not feeling well,” I managed, but just barely. Even speaking now felt like eating glass.
The nurse stared at me for a moment, cold eyes flicking
