Winnie’s POVThe Royal Hospital wing was unlike anything I had ever seen. Back at the pack hospital, if you could even call that run-down clinic a hospital, we were lucky if the floors got mopped twice a day. The air there always smelled of wet fur, old bandages, and the metallic tang of despair.Here, everything was pristine. The floors were white tile so polished they reflected the glowing crystals in the ceiling. The walls were lined with cabinets made of dark, polished mahogany, filled with vials of every color imaginable, vibrant blues, glowing greens, and deep, blood reds. The healers moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency, their white robes snapping as they walked. They didn’t talk; they communicated in quick nods and sharp gestures. It made me feel like a clumsy pup in a china shop, my heavy boots sounding like thunderclaps on the quiet floor.“Miss Godfrey?”I jumped, nearly tripping over my own feet. A tall, elegant woman with graying hair and a kind face approached m
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