Bree’s shallow breathing haunted every corner of the dorm that night. Her face was deathly pale against the pillow, and every time Elise treated her wounds with a herbal salve, her groans made my own chest hurt. Cali was in charged of bringing bowls of steaming water, but her hands were shaking so badly, I had to take over before she hurt herself too.
There wasn’t much I could do on the healing front—Elise had that covered—but I insisted on paying for all the medicine Bree needed. The medical wing had turned her away since she hadn’t been injured in official classes, and ‘military students were supposed to learn to endure pain.’ What they didn’t say, but we all knew, was that Bree’s humanity made her an afterthought. If she’d been a wolf, her body would already be half-healed.
I hated ho
