Dorgan
I take a deep breath, my body fighting the instinct to rush to her side, but I force myself to stay calm. I grab a couple of water bottles from the fridge, check on progress in the Med wing, and see the injured shifters. I move through the motions, trying to keep my mind occupied, but the pull towards her is almost physical. It's like an invisible thread that tugs at me with every step. I need to go to her. I need to be there.
Now I'm back, though. I've lasted as long as I could, biding my time, giving her space.
I push the door open a little wider and see Nana Sena sitting there with Sasha. Sasha looks up at me. Why is she crying? My heart pounds as I step forward, ready to confront whatever it is.
Nana Sena looks up at me, and I spot a smirk on her face. Like she knows exactly
