Evelyn
The air stank of blood and smoke, thick with the sounds of snarling wolves and shouting soldiers. My knees dug into the cold, blood-soaked earth as I pressed both hands to the warrior’s chest, channeling all of my healing capabilities into the gaping wound torn across his ribs.
His eyes fluttered open, glazed with pain, and I leaned closer.
“You’re going to be fine,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a prayer.
There was no room for fear anymore. Only focus. I didn’t have the luxury of letting my thoughts drift—not to Logan, not to the icy tension still crackling between us, and definitely not to the way he’d looked at me before storming into battle.
It felt good to be lost in my work, even if chaos swirled around me.
"He's stabilizing!" I shouted to
