Jasmine's POV:
The sun was rising, but nobody felt like celebrating. Our pack house was a mess after the attack. Broken chairs, smashed windows, and the smell of smoke were everywhere. But the worst part was seeing how many of our pack members were hurt.
Amelia, I still felt weird calling the queen by her first name, and I were walking around the main hall. We turned it into a place to take care of the injured. We carried big jugs of water, giving drinks to the hurt wolves and helping the nurses.
"Here, drink some water," I said softly to a young wolf. His arm was badly burned, and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. I helped him sit up so he could drink.
Not far from me, Amelia was putting a cool cloth on an old wolf's head. She looked calm, and it seemed to help the injured wolve
