Fiona’s POV
The pack clinic reeked of antiseptic, blood, and something that would pass as crushed mint and sage leaves. The scent clung to the air in a way that almost made me gag as Mara carefully dabbed a cloth across the cut above my left eye.
I hissed at the sting that came from her action. “Easy, Mara,” I muttered, my voice cracked from both the fight and the exhaustion that had come to live deep in my bones.
“Sorry, Luna,” she put in quickly, though her touch did not exactly become gentler. “If you’d seen what I saw today, you’d understand why I am not taking chances with infection.”
I scoffed, wondering when she became a medical professional to know about infections.
Across the room, the pack doctor, Lira, moved quietly as she prepared the rest of the treatments she was going t
