Valerie's POV
Pain came in waves from the freshly bandaged wounds.
It was not sharp enough to break me, but at the same time , it wasn't dull enough to ignore.
It was just there as if it was a reminder of something.
I sat by the window, my arm wrapped in clean bandages, the faint scent of herbs clinging to my skin. The healer had insisted I take a good rest.
I hadn't argued, but these small wounds weren't really bad enough to keep me still.
But I felt that my body needed rest. That was the reason I hadn't argued.
The room was too quiet.
The kind of quiet that left too much space for thoughts.
And mine…refused to stay still.
My gaze drifted outside, watching the pack move about their daily routines.
Everything looked normal again.
But I knew after this mission, some things had changed, both in the pack members, and in me.
I flexed my fingers slightly, feeling the pull of the bandage.
Yesterday, I stood in front of the pack members, gave orders, and led them to victory.
