Elena’s POV
I woke up feeling a bit stronger but still weak. My fever had broken, but my body ached like I had run for days without rest. The mysterious old woman, Ana, entered the room again with a bowl of hot soup.
“You need to eat,” she said firmly, handing me the bowl.
I hesitated. “Who are you, really? And why are you helping me?”
Ana sat down beside the bed, her eyes studying me. “I’ve lived in this forest for many years, child. The pack wars have affected us all, even those of us who don’t get involved. I help where I can, and I can sense when someone is in need. As for who I am…let’s just say I’ve been around long enough to see many stories like yours.”
Her words puzzled me, but I was too tired to press for answers. I took a sip of the soup, the warmth soothing my throat. “You
