Ryker let out a short sigh, trying to break the tension. "Whether I make Aria my female or not isn't set in stone, Cora. Besides, right now, the safety of everyone in our camp is far more important than thinking about that."
They both looked down, taking in Aria's completely helpless state. The winged woman's breathing was short and heavy, with blood still occasionally seeping from the base of her broken golden-brown wing.
Cora took a deep breath, swallowing her ego and jealousy, showing her maturity as Ryker's first wife. She stepped closer, checking the tear on Aria's back without hesitation.
"I know how to treat an injured eagle tribal like her," Cora said, her tone calm but firm. "The Silver Wolf Tribe deals with monster claw slashes all the time. We need Blood Flower petals to stop
