Diana’s POV
The last wolf I needed to heal was a young pup who'd been fighting the plague for weeks. His fever finally broke this morning, and his parents cried with relief as I packed up my healing supplies.
"Thank you," his mother whispered, clutching my hands. "Thank you for saving him."
I nodded and gave her a tired smile. "Just make sure he gets plenty of rest and keeps drinking fluids."
As I walked out of their small cabin, the weight of what I'd accomplished hit me. The plague was over. Every single wolf in the Blue Moon Pack who could be saved had been saved. My purpose here was complete.
Which meant it was time to go.
I'd already spoken to Lucian about leaving. Things had been strained between us since our fight in the garden, but he'd agreed that returning to Red Fang terri
