Ivy pov

The morning felt quiet in a way that made my stomach twist. The healers still moved around the infirmary, checking Rick every few minutes, but the room wasn’t loud anymore. It was calm, almost too calm. I stayed close to the beds, helping wherever I could. Some wolves avoided looking at me. Others stared openly. Their eyes were a mix of things I didn’t want to think about.

I wasn’t sure which one felt worse.

One healer handed me a bowl. “Can you pass me the clothes?” she ...