The sterile scent of herbs and medicinal oils filled the air as Lily moved swiftly through the dimly lit infirmary. The soft glow of moonlight seeped through the wooden shutters, casting elongated shadows across the floor. Her hands were steady, her focus unwavering, despite the exhaustion that tugged at her limbs.
She had long grown accustomed to working through fatigue. As the pack’s doctor, she had treated wounds from border skirmishes, healed pups from sickness, and even tended to warriors who barely made it back from rogue attacks. But tonight felt different.
Tonight, she wasn’t just a healer—she was a survivor.
Her mind flashed back to the cold prison walls that once held her captive, the silver chains burning into her flesh, the bitter taste of betrayal when the Alpha King turned
