Chapter 146

Irene's POV

The healer's quarters were quiet.

Most of the wounded had already been treated and sent to rest. Only a few remained, sleeping off their injuries on narrow cots. The smell of medicinal herbs hung heavy in the air.

Karson sat on the edge of a bed, his shirt removed, his shoulder wound exposed. The bite was deep. Ragged. It would scar, even with a wolf's accelerated healing.

I gathered the supplies I needed. Clean cloth. Healing salve. Bandages. My hands moved automatically, the motio