The pack doctor—a stern woman named Dr. Helena—examined my injuries with practiced efficiency while Damien hovered like an anxious shadow.
"Bruising on the wrist and knee, mild swelling on the cheek, but no serious damage," she announced, applying a cool salve that smelled of herbs and moonlight. "She'll heal within a few days. The werewolf healing salve will help."
"Thank you, Helena." Damien's voice was tight.
She looked up at him, her expression softening. "Alpha, she's fine. You got there in time."
"Barely." His hands clenched. "If I'd been even a minute later—"
"But you weren't." I reached for his hand, squeezing it. "You found me. You saved me."
Dr. Helena packed up her medical bag. "I'll leave you two alone. Apply the salve twice daily, and call me if anything changes." She paused at the door. "Alpha? She's stronger than she looks. Don't forget that."
