Diana's POV
Morning came too soon after the disastrous welcome dinner. I'd barely slept, my mind replaying Sarah's public accusation and the hostile faces of the pack I'd once called family. But there was no time to dwell on it—people were dying, and I had work to do.
The clinic they'd provided was in the east wing of the pack house—a hastily converted series of rooms that normally served as guest quarters. Basic but clean, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. Someone had thought to stock it with herbs and medical supplies, though I'd brought my own specialized treatments for the plague.
"Are you sure you want to start today?" Lucian asked as I arranged my equipment on the examination table. "After last night..."
"Last night changes nothing," I replied, more sharply
