Lucienn’s POV
The first time that I was able to walk the entire perimeter of my camp without a cane, frustration and victory wove through me in equal measure. The joy that my body was mending, the cure being miraculous as Morgana’s promise. Frustration at weeks having gone by while I was bedridden, leaving my pack, and my mate, exposed.
“You’re not supposed to be out here yet,” Marcus warned me, hovering near me with clear concern. “The healer ordered another week of rest at least.”
“I call this pack as a healer,” I replied, but his steadying hand was a welcome pressure on my quivering legs. “I need to see the damage for myself.”
Because what I saw impressed and troubled me. The visible wounds of the attack had healed with impressive speed — buildings rebuilt, gardens replanted, defens
