During my first week at Blood Moon Pack’s healing center, I left early every morning and returned late almost every night.During the day, I treated patients and tended to the patrol guards’ injuries. At night, I organized patient records and medication lists, often working until well past midnight.The work was exhausting, but no one treated my efforts as something they were entitled to.The treatment plans I proposed were discussed seriously, and my name was included on every patient file I organized. Even when lunch was being prepared, Mara would make a point of reminding everyone,“Claire’s stomach is still recovering. Save her something light.”These things should have felt ordinary, yet it took me several days to get used to them.On Friday afternoon, the healing center was scheduled to take its first full staff photo.Out of habit, I stepped aside.“I can take the picture for you.”Mara immediately grabbed my arm.“You’re part of the healing center too. Where do you think you’re
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