Ferguson's POV

I felt reborn. Whatever Clarissa has mixed and poured down my throat had worked wonders. I could finally use my leg now. I called for a gathering of all the wolves of the Nightmoon pack at the pack house. It was long overdue.

“No wolf is exempted. The consequences for failure to attend will be grave,” I announced through the mind link.

From my room, I could hear the shuffling of feet, voices rising high above each other.

My door creaked open.

“They're waiting for you, ...