The air in my room felt heavy, almost suffocating. I couldn't get my mind to stop spinning after everything that had happened. The banshee attacks, Jeremiah's coldness, the growing fear that we were running out of time. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, aching for action. But all I could do was wait. I hated it.
A knock at the door broke the silence. Helena entered, her face tight with worry. "Astrid," she said softly, "I need your help. We have too many injured... and not enough hands."
I nodded, following her down the hallway, through the packhouse. As we walked, I could hear the sounds of pain and misery. The moans of the wounded, the sobs of families who had lost loved ones. It was heart-wrenching. I didn't realize how bad things had gotten until I saw it with my own eyes.
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