**(God's POV)**
At the Pack Healer's Ward in Ocean City, the emergency treatment den buzzed with its usual activity. An assistant led a figure through the sliding doors - a she-wolf dressed entirely in black, dark glasses covering her eyes, a face mask hiding her features, and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low.
Selena Vance moved like a shadow, her posture rigid with pain despite her attempts to appear unaffected. She was a known performer in territory entertainment, someone who made her living captivating audiences with her grace and beauty. Now she sat on the healing bench with a poker face, as if the injury wasn't even hers.
"Miss Vance," Dr. Alex Walker entered, his professional demeanor intact despite his own recent troubles. "I need you to remove your ceremonial robe so I can examine the wound before your moon-scan."
Selena's assistant hovered nearby, wringing her hands anxiously.
Dr. Walker observed how Selena's lips had turned pale from pain, and her eyes were noticeably swoll
