Delilah's POV
Days had passed since the mating ceremony announcement.
I pressed my phone against my ear and kept my voice barely above a whisper as I sat on the floor of my closet with the door closed and my back against the wall.
"Yes, I understand," I said softly into the phone while my free hand twisted anxiously in my lap. "I can start the week after next if the position is still available."
"We'd be happy to have you, Delilah," the woman on the other end said warmly. She was the head healer at a small clinic in Silvercrest Pack, a territory so far north that winter lasted eight months and the Blackwell name meant nothing. "The pay isn't much, but it includes housing in the staff quarters and you'd be working alongside experienced healers. It's perfect for someone completing their
