Soon every cot in the infirmary was occupied and more wolves lay on blankets across the floor. Warriors twisted under restraints while black sores opened along their arms and throats. The room smelled sweet with rot.
Healers ran from one patient to the next with bowls they could not fill correctly. I found Selene pressed against the medicine cabinet, keeping as far from the cots as the crowded room allowed.
"Your mother was a healer. You told me you learned everything from her." I caught Selene's arm and pulled her toward shelves covered in Elara's neat labels. "Make the cure you claimed you could make."
Her hands hovered over jars of feverleaf, moonmint, and dried silverroot. "I don't know this strain. It moves too quickly."
Another warrior screamed behind us. I shoved the stone morta
