The adrenaline that had fueled them through the nightmare had completely burned out, leaving the pack infirmary draped in a heavy, exhausted silence. It had been a solid two hours since the suffocating 120-degree heat of the vault, and the stark, clinical environment of the medical wing felt like an entirely different universe. The air here was sharp and aggressively cold, smelling of harsh antiseptic and clean cotton instead of scorched wool, sweat, and burning ghost-root.Leela and Ginny were finally fully awake, resting in adjacent beds. They were pale and physically drained, their voices barely more than hoarse whispers, but the terrifying, icy pallor of Magda's poison had been entirely flushed from their systems. Ginny was propped up against a mountain of soft pillows, her eyes heavy with sleep as she gazed down at tiny, newborn Iggy tucked safely against her chest.Across the room, Leela lay quietly, her hands splayed protectively over her still-swollen belly. Feeling the strong
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