Reya’s POV
As I continued my walk, the gentle hum of contentment that had filled me during my visit slowly began to dissipate. The path back to the main pack grounds was less secluded than Leena’s quiet lane, and the familiar sounds of pack life—distant laughter, the faint scent of training, the occasional shouts from children playing—started to filter in.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors, and entered. The main receiving room was usually a hub of activity, but at this hour, it was quiet. My gaze swept across the empty cots, the neatly organized medical carts, and the hushed corners where families often waited. It seemed I had arrived during a rare lull.
Just as I was about to sigh in relief, a sharp, piercing voice cut through the silence, echoing from one of the private rooms further
