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The clinic smelled faintly of sage, salve, and something metallic beneath it all—old blood, cleaned clean but not forgotten. Trixie sat on the edge of a worn exam table, fingers drumming against her knee, eyes following the sunlight slanting through the shuttered window.

Will moved with quiet efficiency, wrapping gauze around a gash she’d earned sparring with one of the younger wolves. He was gentle, but not delicate—he knew better than to treat her like something breakable.

“You’re healing fast,” he murmured, securing the bandage. “Faster than last time.”

“I’m angrier than last time,” she said, trying to smirk.

Will chuckled. “Anger doesn’t speed tissue growth. But maybe spite does.”

Trixie smiled for real this time. “If it does, I’ll be immortal.”

He cleaned up in silence, the kind that came from knowing someone long enough to not fill every space. Will had been her first friend in the North. The first to look her in the eye without flinching or sneering.

“You’ve been quiet lately,”
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