Maelis POV

Two days later

The morning sun filtered through the hospital blinds, casting a warm, golden glow over the sterile white tiles. It felt like the first real sunrise I had seen in months. Like the long, suffocating dry season was finally over, and the rain had come to wash the blood away.

Outside the quiet walls of this private ward, the Moonflower pack was already moving. The heavy scent of bleach and fresh pine cleaner filled the corridors, slowly erasing the metallic stench of yesterday's nightmare. The pack was recovering.

Even from here, I could hear the faint, continuous drone of the television in the reception area. The...