Layla Whispercrest
After discovering all that I heard from those gossiping pack guards, I decided to visit the pack healer’s ward. For more research, and to see the women of the pack.
Getting to the pack healer’s ward and as always, the place smelled like crushed herbs and clean water, which grounded me.
Maybe because life and pain met here without ceremony. This was probably the most peaceful place there was in the pack.
Here, there was no politics, no power plays and absolutely, no evil. Or so I thought.
Just a place for bodies that were trying to be mended and hearts trying to hold on. It reminded me that a pack wasn’t just borders and guards and war rooms. It was people.
It consisted of bleeding and hoping people.
As I took note of this, I adjusted the shawl around my shou
