The infirmary was quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves outside the window and the occasional murmur of voices down the hall. Jeffrey sat in the chair beside the bed where Hannah lay, her once-vivid injuries now mere traces on her skin. The pack doctor had said she would be fine within a few days, but Jeffrey had refused to leave her side, silently keeping vigil as she healed. His mind had been racing for hours, his thoughts circling around everything that had happened—the rogue attack, Hannah’s bravery, and most of all, the situation with Kenneth.
Now that the pack’s trust in Hannah had solidified after she had defended him during the battle, Jeffrey felt that the time had come to address the leadership vacuum in the pack. They couldn’t be leaderless for much longer, especially wit
