WILLOW'S POV.
The following morning, my room was packed with familiar faces — Mason, Caleb, Scott, Olivia, and Leah. The sound of ripping bandages filled the silence as Leah knelt beside me, cleaning the deep wound on my side.
“Hold still,” she murmured, her brows drawn in concentration.
I tried, but the sting of alcohol made me flinch anyway. “That burns,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
Leah gave me a look. “It’s supposed to. This one’s deeper than it looks.” She pressed a clean cloth against the mark where the gray wolf’s fangs had sunk in last night.
I hissed under my breath, trying not to move.
Across the room, Olivia leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly. Her sharp eyes tracked every move Leah made. “You should’ve just gone to the hospital, Willow,” she said for what
