Yara
I race downstairs and realize the warriors on injured reserve from yesterday are already lined up waiting for me to release them.
I step up to the first one, but before I can ask anything, one of the warriors guarding the hospital yesterday hands me a breakfast wrap.
“What’s this?”
“Alpha’s orders. He says you haven’t eaten in close to two days,” he says.
“I didn’t catch your name yesterday,” I say, taking the wrap and biting into it. It’s got eggs, bacon, ham and goddess knows what else, but it’s delicious.
“It’s Bradley, Luna,” he says and I swallow quickly, turning to the first warrior.
“Bradley, are you the only one guarding the hospital today?” I ask, checking the warrior’s injuries that have healed.
“Your wolf?” I ask the warrior.
“I’m good, Luna,” the deeper voice of t
