Yara
I have no idea how long I’ve been fixing broken bones, stitching up bleeding wounds, and generally putting the parts of these people back together. This pack truly was a mess, and I steel myself as I walk out of the last surgery room for the rest of what’s to come. I can feel the fatigue trying to push its way in, but I can’t allow that. Not yet. Not until this pack is at least back to a place where they can start to heal.
“Yara,” Warren says, and just his voice soothes something deep inside me. He wraps his arms around me and I take a moment to just breath in his scent, drawing from the strength that I know he’s pushing into me.
When I step back, he lets me go. “Where’s Savannah?” I ask him.
"She got everyone here stabilized so I sent her to get some sleep and get to know her mat
