Third Person's POV
If not the Western Tribe's wolves, then who would target her?
Only they would harbor such intense hatred.
Yet, even if these invaders weren't from the Western Tribe, they could still be hired killers.
The pack doctor arrived with herbs and healing salves, their bitter wormwood and silverleaf scent wafting through the air.
Ellen directed them to prioritize the severely injured. "Tend to the wounded first, then ask questions," she ordered.
Ulrik had over a dozen bone-deep wounds on his shoulder and arm, blood trickling down his muscles, clotting into dark red scabs before it could drip.
His Alpha healing ability was working overtime, the wounds edged with healthy pink and closing visibly.
Rosemary trembled at the sight of the wounds, tears streaming down her face.
