Alexander:
By midday, three more wolves had collapsed.
Three.
My pack hadn’t seen sickness like this in decades. Wolves didn’t get sick easily, not unless there was something foreign, something invasive, involved.
I stood in the infirmary, jaw clenched so tightly it ached, watching another warrior writhe with fever.
Grace was working.
Sienna was arriving.
And I felt the beginning of something I hated:
Helplessness.
And that angered me more than anything in the world could have.
As soon as the third cot was secured and the healers dispersed, I called for both of them.
“Sienna. Alessia. Now.” I said, glaring at the two of them.
The command carried enough force that even the walls seemed to stiffen. Sienna approached from the herb station; Alessia entered a moment later from the
