Reya’s POV
The silence Liana left in her wake was deafening. The other healers, who had been frozen in place, now began to move again, their movements jerky and uncertain. A few of them stole glances at me, their expressions a mix of pity and fear. I knew what they were thinking: the pack would not tolerate open hostility between its healers, especially not from Liana, who was expected to be a leader. Elder Cyrus, her father, would not be pleased.
I sank onto a stool, the anger and indignation Liana had fueled now giving way to a cold dread. She was right about one thing; I had wanted to earn a place here, to be seen as a competent healer. But I never intended for it to happen like this, with Liana’s career and reputation crumbling at my feet. It was a vicious game, a zero-sum game, and
