Serena
The Reaper Pack didn’t feel like home. Not at first.
It was too quiet. Too sharp. Too cold in the mornings and too still at night.
But something was changing in me… slowly.
I found myself wanting to be useful. To give back. To do more than just breathe and survive.
So, I asked Mira if I could help in the medics.
She didn’t hesitate.
She handed me a clipboard and pointed to the small modern garden built into the back of the medical wing. Unlike the wild herbs I once saw in old healer dens, this one was organized, scientific—rows of labeled planters with small glowing lights above each one. Lavender. Calendula. Valerian. Even wolf’s balm.
"This one helps with anxiety during shifting,” Mira said, pointing to a purple-leafed plant. “We extract the oil and add it to the injection
