Chapter 7: Fever Dreams and Pack Politics
(Freya's POV)
Caroline’s smile was as perfect as ever, but I caught the briefest flicker of something in her eyes when I spoke out. Maybe surprise, maybe irritation. It was so fast, I almost thought I imagined it. Almost.
Before the awkward silence could stretch further, Dr. Anderson cleared his throat loudly. The sharp sound broke the lingering tension in the room. His professional demeanor returned as though he hadn’t noticed the clash.
“Luna Freya,” he said firmly, glancing at me, though I saw his gaze stray toward Caroline more than once. “Your fever is still dangerously high. I'll prescribe wolf healing herbs. They’re specialized treatments for cases like yours. You’ll need to start taking them immediately.”
I didn’t respond, just no
