Ivy POV

The next few days passed in a blur of movement. I barely slept. I didn’t think about myself. All I cared about was the pack and the people who needed help.

The healing house overflowed with wounded wolves and soldiers. Some lay on mattresses, others leaned against the walls because there weren’t enough beds. The air smelled of herbs and blood. Every time I stepped inside, someone called my name.

“Luna Ivy, please—my arm—”

“Luna, my son can’t breathe right—”

“Luna, ...