Chapter 12: Healing Wounds (Elara's POV)
The sound of heavy boots echoed down the hallway as Gerald, the pack elder with his grizzled appearance and stern demeanor, was escorted past Caleb's office. His weathered face remained impassive, but I caught the flash of concern in his eyes when he noticed my bandaged arm.
"The old wolf's been summoned for questioning," Elias explained, following my gaze. "Rising tensions between the packs have everyone on edge."
I nodded absently, the throbbing in my arm growing more insistent. The initial rush of adrenaline from the confrontation with Finn was wearing off, leaving sharp, pulsing pain in its wake.
Elias studied my face, his brow furrowing with concern. "You're pale. That wound needs proper treatment."
"I'll be fine," I insisted, though
