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And just like that, Eirlys had a full place at the infirmary. It wasn't much, but sure it was something. Days passed and Eirlys threw herself into the work. She crushed herbs, prepared poultices and cleaned wounds without complaint. The other healers still eyed her warily but they didn't turn her away. Slowly, she started to feel like she belonged—at least within the walls of the infirmary.But outside, Celeste's cruelty only worsened. She spread whispers, twisting situations to further isolate Eirlys. When a young warrior tripped over a misplaced basket of supplies, Celeste made sure the pack knew Eirlys had left it there.When tensions in the pack rose, Celeste was quick to blame Eirlys for being a distraction.Eirlys gritted her teeth and endured it. She had already decided—she wouldn't break.What she didn't expect was Rowan.At first, Ryker's beta had been like the others—watching her with guarded suspicion, speaking to her only when necessary. But now, he lingered at the infirm

Eirlys moved carefully through the dense forest, her finger grazing over the rough bark of trees as she searched for the medicinal herbs she needed. The evening Sir carried the scent of fresh pine, calming her frayed nerves.She had come here to escape the judging eyes of the Nightfang pack, to lose herself in the simple act of gathering what the infirmary required. Though she wasn't alone as there were a few other healers but they were on different sides, distant from each other.Eirlys bent down to pluck a cluster of feverfew, but just then, a rustling in the distance made her freeze.Her body tensed and her instinct screamed at her to retreat but she forced herself to remain still while at the same time, listened. Then, she saw a figure stumble into view—a woman, her hair tangled and face smeared with dirt.Eirlys's breath hitched. She knew that face. It was Aria.The recognition was instant, a sharp jolt to her chest. Aria had been one of them—the Dreadhowl prisoner who had kicked

The tension in the Nightfang pack thickened like a heavy fog as news of the outsider who Eirlys had brought spread. Whispers trailed after Eirlys as she walked through the pack's ground, their voices hushed but sharp, questioning her judgement. Her intentions. Including Ryker, who had agreed with her. Though she ignored them, as she had always done, keeping her head high despite the storm that brewed beneath her ribs. That unsettled Ryker, as the fate of the pack depended on him and his decisions would mark the future of the pack.Eirlys entered Ryker's office with a cold expression. Her posture was rigid as she met his piercing gaze. Ryker had sent for her and she had done well to heed to his call.Ryker stood behind his desk, his fists pressed against the wooden surface as if restraining himself from taking an action.“What were you thinking, bringing her here?” Ryker's voice was deep and low. But she could hear the restraint in it.Eirlys crossed her arms. “I was thinking that she

Eirlys sat on the edge of her bed, lost in her thoughts. The light rays escaped through the small opening in the window and shone directly on her face. Across from her, Aria lay on her side, absentmindedly twirling a loose thread in the blanket.Aria had been staying with Eirlys since she was brought into the Nightfang pack. It was an arrangement that had happened after lots of thoughts and discussions with Ryker. Despite their past in the Dreadhowl pack, an uneasy sense of familiarity had formed between them, something neither of them spoke about but both acknowledged in quiet moments like this.A sudden knock at the door startled then both. Eirlys immediately straightened, glancing at Aria, who only raised an eyebrow in silent question. With a breath to steady herself, Eirlys stood and made her way to the door, pulling it open just enough to see who was there.A guard stood rigidly at the doorstep, his expression was blank and his posture was disciplined. “Alpha Ryker has instructed

Eirlys barely felt the scorching sun as she rode through the rays of light that shone through the trees, her breath coming in quick gasps. She gripped the reins tightly as she led the horse forward at a relentless pace. Every time she risked a glance behind her, her heart clenched at the sight of Ryker slumped in the saddle of the other horse, barely conscious. He wasn't the one controlling the ride—he was too weak for that.His body swayed dangerously with every gallop, his breathing labored and his stormy gray eyes barely open.“Hold on,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Ryker. Stay with me.”But he didn't respond. He slightly opened his eyes and smiled at her.As they neared the pack's borders, the looming gates came into view and Eirlys screamed out.“Help! Someone—help us!”Her voice echoed through the stillness of the day. She sounded desperate.At first, there was only silence. Then—in the next second, there was movement. Figures emerged from the gates, guards rushing for