Fragile, Yet Ours

Liora POV

I woke up on a soft bed with clean white sheets, my mouth still tasting like copper and blood. A woman with kind eyes was pressing a cool cloth to my forehead.

"There you are, dear," she said gently. "I'm Mira, the pack healer. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the coughing. "What happened to me?"

Before she could answer, all three Alphas burst through the door. Their faces were tight with worry and something else - anger, ...