The moment I stepped into the great hall, the heavy scent of blood, herbs, and ash hit me, making my stomach churn. My steps faltered, but I forced myself to keep walking. The scene before me was overwhelming—wolves lay everywhere, sprawled across cots and makeshift bedding. The healers moved silently among them, their glowing hands the only sign of life in the room.
But the wolves… they were all unconscious.
My heart clenched at the sight of Jenna, the young wolf whose laughter always lit up the pack. Now, she lay pale and still, her chest barely rising with each shallow breath. I knelt beside her, unable to stop myself.
"How is she?" I asked the healer sitting beside Jenna, her hands trembling as she worked.
The healer looked up, her face lined with exhaustion. "Stable, for now. But
