LENA'S POV

“Hold still!”

“I am holding still!” I snapped.

The healer gave me a look that said you’re the reason my hair is gray.

If anyone had told me I’d wake up in Ironclaw territory surrounded by six angry grandmothers with herbs and boiling water, I’d have laughed.

Now I wasn’t so sure.

The room smelled like smoke and something sour. One of them pressed a warm cloth to my shoulder, and the sting made me hiss.

“See?!” I said. “You’re doing it on ...