Can't Be Separated

When I came back to the hospital, I tried to distract my mind by helping the healers with the wounded. The healers were all pleased to have me in the infirmary and they told me my presence gave people hope because I was with them as their Luna but they were also worried because I was supposed to be in one of the bunkers for safety.

“I rather help here than do nothing,” I said to the Head Healer, Dr. Heather, of the infirmary building and his face softened as he watched me organize the stacks of medical supplies needed for the badly wounded, “My husband—your Alpha is fighting out there and I just couldn’t sit in one place overthinking about what is happening. I have to do it.”

“I understand, your Grace. And we are all happy to have you here with us. You symbolize hope for all the people in this building. That's why many of them believe that Midnight Pack will survive. They all believe in you and the Alpha.”

My eyes glittered with tears, happy that the people loved and appreciated Hunte