The atmosphere shifted the moment I stepped inside. Conversations stilled, and every pair of eyes turned toward me.
Most of the senior healers, some older than Helena herself, regarded me with thinly veiled skepticism. Their gazes swept over my dormant wolf aura, their expressions openly doubting my ability.
I ignored them, focusing instead on the orderly who approached me with a clipboard. He handed it over with a polite bow of his head.
“Welcome, Junior Healer Grace,” he said, his tone respectful but tight with formality. “These are your assigned duties for the day.”
I nodded, taking the clipboard and scanning its contents quickly.
“Ah, Grace,” came an all-too-familiar voice from across the room.
Victoria’s honeyed tone caused every muscle in my body to tense. I looked up to
