Damon’s POV I carried Aria in my arms, her body limp, her skin cold against mine,my chest burned with fury and fear, but I forced myself to move quickly through the palace gates,warriors parted,"Bring the physician!" I barked, my voice sharp as steel. "Now!" Servants scattered, guards rushed, and within moments the pack’s physician appeared ,an old woman, her hair silver, her eyes sharp with wisdom. She had served the pack longer than I had lived, and though her body was frail, her presence commanded respect. She looked at Aria, her gaze lingering, and something flickered in her eyes. "Lay her down," she ordered softly., I obeyed, placing Aria gently upon the bed. The physician’s hands moved with surprising steadiness, checking her pulse, her wounds, her breath. She whispered words I didn’t understand, old chants, fragments of lore. "She is not dying," the physician said at last, her voice low, "But she is not only a wolf." I froze, "What do you mean?" Her eyes met mine, "I h
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