Diana's POV
I strode through the pack grounds, head high, shoulders back. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant rainfall. Pack members parted before me, their whispers following in my wake.
"There she goes." "The Healer..." "They say she saved twelve wolves yesterday alone." "I heard she can see the illness before it even shows."
Three weeks ago, these same people had looked at me with suspicion, with fear, with disgust. The fallen Luna. The convicted murderer. The woman who had betrayed their Alpha.
Now they watched me with something new in their eyes: respect. Perhaps even awe.
I was not the same Diana who had been dragged from the Great Hall five years ago, broken and betrayed. The Moon Goddess had remade me in that forest clearing, and each day since my
