DAPHNE
I'm running before I've fully processed the words.
The healer's message had been short, clipped, urgent: Get to the hospital. Now.
My feet pound against the stone hallway, heart hammering in my chest. Pack members press themselves against the walls as I sprint past, but I barely register them.
I burst through the hospital doors hard enough that they slam against the walls.
The healer—Rose, gray-haired and sharp-eyed—is waiting just inside. Her face is grim.
"Where?" I demand.
"Room three. But Luna—"
I'm already moving.
The door to room three is open. I step inside and stop.
A young woman lies on the bed, so still she could be dead if not for the faint rise and fall of her chest. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Dark hair spread across the pillow. Her face is swollen almost beyond r
