Diana's POV
"Breathe deeply for me, Elder Morris," I instructed, my hands glowing softly as I pressed them against the elderly wolf's chest. The black veins of the plague had receded significantly since I'd begun treating him three days ago, but his underlying heart condition complicated the healing process.
Elder Morris inhaled shakily, his rheumy eyes fixed trustingly on mine. At nearly ninety years old, he was the most senior member of the Blue Moon Pack council, respected for his wisdom and fairness. He had been one of the few to welcome me without reservation upon my return.
"Much better," I said, feeling his heartbeat strengthen beneath my palms. "The inflammation is decreasing. Another day or two of treatment, and you should be able to return to council meetings."
"Thank you, He
