Chapter 13: The Pack's Gathering
(Grace's POV)
The morning sunlight slanted through the infirmary windows, casting a soft glow over the rows of jars and vials on the shelves. I exhaled slowly, trying to focus as I organized the herbs for Lucian's next treatment. My hands were steady, but Cora, my wolf, was restless beneath my skin. She always stirred when something was off, her growls faint but constant today.
A sharp knock startled me, and before I could respond, the door swung open. Zachary Flynn strode in with an air of arrogance, his long robes brushing the floor. His face bore that smug confidence of someone too used to getting their way. He gave the infirmary a cursory glance, his gaze stopping on me.
“I need absolute privacy to conduct the Alpha’s treatment,” Flynn said, mot
