Yara

I have no idea how long I’ve been fixing broken bones, stitching up bleeding wounds, and generally putting these parts of people back together. This pack truly was a mess, and I steel myself as I walk out of the last surgery room for the rest of what’s to come. I can feel the fatigue trying to push its way in, but I can’t allow that. Not yet. Not until this pack is at least back to a place where they can try to heal.

“Yara,” Warren says, and just his voice soothes something deep ...