Elsa
When we arrived back at our territory, the relief was palpable, but we were far from safe. We were immediately taken to the clinic, and that’s when the reality of my injuries hit me. I hadn’t realised just how broken I was until the doctor began attending to me.
My body had taken such a beating that I wasn’t healing properly, and I needed medical help to stabilise. Adam was in another room, having his system flushed of whatever drug had poisoned him. It felt surreal—just hours ago, I had feared we wouldn’t make it back at all.
Lucas was the only one of us in relatively good shape. His broken fist had almost fully healed, thanks to his strength and fast recovery. He stayed by my side all night, never saying much, just quietly keeping watch over me. He didn’t have to speak for me to
