ALIONAS POV
The next morning came slower than most. My body ached from exhaustion, and every part of me screamed for rest, but the pups needed me. Their tiny whimpers, their trembling paws, and those fragile hearts—how could I sleep when they needed healing? The infirmary smelled faintly of herbs and antiseptic, mixed with the soft scent of fur and warmth. I’d spent the night weaving threads of healing energy, discreetly of course, channeling my Mystic ability to soothe fevers and close little wounds without anyone noticing.
Aby had been there through most of the night, helping me hold down some of the restless pups, whispering encouragements. Now, in the pale morning light, I watched her smile faintly as she wiped her brow.
“You look like you’ve been run over by a stampede,” she said,
