The moment we were out of the hallway, away from the eyes and whispers, my legs finally gave out. She caught me instantly, one arm wrapping around my back, the other under my knees.“Easy,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.”I didn’t even protest as she carried me down the quieter corridor. My body felt heavy, exhausted, like all the strength had drained out of me at once. The pack house noises faded behind us, replaced by the soft crackle of herbs and the faint scent of smoke as we entered her quarters.She laid me gently on a low wooden bench near a basin filled with warm water. Steam curled upward, carrying the scent of lavender and crushed leaves. Mira soaked a clean cloth and wrung it out before turning back to me.“This may sting a little,” she warned softly.I flinched as she wiped the dried blood from my arm, but her touch was careful, almost reverent. The water washed away the cold, the dirt, the humiliation clinging to my skin. She cleaned each scratch slowly, applying a salve th
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