Fiona
The sun was beginning to set, streaking the horizon with shades of orange and pink as Jason and I finally stepped out of the pack clinic.
Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, and neither of us said a word as we walked side by side. The gravel crunched beneath our feet as we made our way back to the packhouse, the evening wind cool against my skin.
The day had been brutal. Another long, grueling marathon in the lab, working desperately to find a cure for the plague tearing through the pack like wildfire.
For days, I’d watched strong, resilient wolves brought to their knees—bodies weak, coughing uncontrollably, and barely holding on to life. It was gut-wrenching.
With so many lives hanging in the balance, Jason and I carried the weight of hope and desperation on our shoulders.
Today
