The battlefield was silent now, save for the soft whimpers of injured wolves and the crackling of dying embers. Lena knelt on the damp earth, her hands trembling as she pressed them against a wounded pack member’s side. A faint glow surrounded her palms, and the wolf’s breathing steadied. She sighed in relief, though her own strength was waning.
Marcus crouched beside her, his face lined with concern. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said gently, his blue eyes scanning her pale face.
“I have to,” Lena replied, her voice raw with exhaustion. “They need me.”
“You can’t help anyone if you collapse,” Marcus countered, his voice firm but soft. He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and grounding.
Lena looked up at him, her heart aching. There was so much she wante
