The next morning Alina was back on a bus headed forward, closer to the front lines. She'd be working the med center for battlefield medicine. The very injured that they couldn't handle would be sent further back to where she'd spent the night. She put her things in her assigned tent, definitely a downgrade from the barracks she'd slept in last night. She didn't mind, she didn't expect luxury here.
She checked in with the General and headed to the med tents. She was outfitted with a pack to wear at all times and given a tour of where everything was. Werewolves healed much faster than humans, but they still needed medical care. Especially when fighting other wolves, because the injuries tend to be much worse than what would occur with humans. Alina felt alive here, like she had purpose. Sh
