SERA
Lila looked so small on the clinic bed.
Elena had cleaned her up, checked for injuries, nothing serious. Just bruises, exhaustion, the lingering effects of whatever drug Vivian had used, but she was pale, weak, trembling even in sleep.
My little sister, the girl I'd raised after our mother died. The one person in the Silvermoon Pack who'd never treated me like I was worthless and I'd almost lost her.
"She'll be fine," Elena said quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "She just needs rest."
I nodded, not trusting my voice. My hands were shaking as I reached out to touch Lila's forehead. She was too cold, too fragile.
I wished I could do more, wished I could take away her pain, her fear, everything Vivian had put her through.
The thought sparked something inside me. A warmth in
