The medical tent was in chaos. Healers worked on both Victor and me, treating our wounds. My leg was badly torn where his teeth had caught me. Deep gashes covered my arms and shoulders. But I’d live.
“You fought well,” Victor said from the other cot. His pride was clearly wounded more than his body. “I underestimated you.”
“Most people do.” I winced as a healer cleaned the leg wound. “About the investigation. When can we start?”
“You’re serious about that? I thought you just wanted to beat me publicly.” He laughed bitterly. “You really care about those abuse allegations?”
“I care about wolves being hurt by those who should protect them.” I met his eyes. “If you’re innocent, you have nothing to fear. If you’re guilty, you’ll face consequences.”
Victor’s expression hardened. “Do what yo
