Diana's POV
A week passed in a blur of sickness and healing. The Blue Moon pack member who'd been brought to my door had been just the first. Three more arrived the next day, then five the day after. By week's end, I'd converted my home into a makeshift clinic, with pallets laid out in every available space. Mrs. Gilroy and Mrs. Santos had rallied the village, bringing food, clean linens, and extra hands to help care for the sick.
I was exhausted, running on herbs and determination, when Mira arrived with the news I'd been dreading.
"Ryan Stewart is here," she said quietly, finding me changing a bandage on a young woman's arm. "He's asking to speak with you."
I sighed, too tired to muster my usual anger. "Tell him to go away. I'm busy saving his pack members."
"Diana." Mira's tone mad
