Lucian's POV
The outer infirmary smelled of herbs and disinfectant, a familiar scent that reminded me of Diana. I'd come to check on two of my Red Fang pack members who were still recovering from the plague, making sure they were getting proper care even this far from home. The Blue Moon staff had been efficient but distant—a courtesy extended to foreign wolves more out of duty than genuine care.
I rounded the corner, intending to head back to the main house, when a flash of blonde hair caught my attention. Sarah stood by the door, her perfectly styled appearance a stark contrast to the utilitarian surroundings of the infirmary. The moment she spotted me, her expression transformed to indifference melting into something that tried and failed to resemble warmth.
"Alpha Blackwood," she gr
