YELENA

The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time we finished the final procedure for Marie.

It had been an exhausting, grueling day, even with the breaks we took to catch our breath; the weight of the task never left my shoulders.

We stayed by her side through every second, watching her vitals and ensuring the transition was stable.

Being a werewolf doctor meant balancing medical science with the volatile nature of our blood, and Marie’s case was as delicate as they ...