Chapter 10: Lingering Shadows (Elara's POV)
The bell above the pharmacy door jingled softly as a desperate-looking she-wolf entered, cradling something in her arms. The scent of blood hit me immediately - fresh, young blood.
"Please," she begged, her voice trembling as she revealed a small wolf pup wrapped in bloodied cloths. "My son... he fell from the cliffs during his first shift. I'll pay anything."
The pup whimpered weakly, his tiny frame shuddering with each labored breath. Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, his life force fading rapidly. My heart clenched at the sight.
"I have savings," the mother continued, fumbling with a pouch of coins. "Everything I own. Please, healer."
Samuel hovered nearby, his young face twisted with concern. "Elara, should I prepare the strong
