Fiona.
I was ecstatic. The new drug Jackson and I had developed was finally working, showing remarkable results among the pack members who had fallen ill.
Their symptoms were easing, and some of them were already regaining their strength. It had been only two days since we started administering the treatment, yet the progress was undeniable.
Relief washed over me as I thought about how this breakthrough could alleviate the suffering of so many in the pack. For the first time in weeks, I felt a flicker of hope.
Sitting in my office at the clinic, I flipped through the latest reports on the drug trials, meticulously noting the improvements in each patient.
It was quiet, save for the sound of my pen scratching against paper. Then, a knock at the door interrupted my focus. I glanced a
