The morning sun struggled to pierce through the thick canopy of trees, casting fragmented beams of light over the weary camp. The wolves were quiet, their usual energy dampened by the weight of loss and exhaustion. Lena moved through the makeshift infirmary, her hands glowing faintly as she worked to heal the worst of the injuries. Every cry of pain and murmured word of gratitude chipped away at her resolve. She had saved them last night, but it didn’t feel like a victory.
“Lena,” Marcus’s voice called softly from the edge of the clearing. She turned to see him leaning against a tree, his shoulder bandaged but his posture steady. His piercing blue eyes were filled with concern.
“You shouldn’t be walking around,” Lena said, rising to her feet.
Marcus offered her a faint smile. “I’m
