At the mansion, Alpha Sand servants had no choice but to assist the medical team under my orders.
They prepared clean water, fresh cloth, and rooms for the severely injured to be treated. The mansion's food storage was also opened to feed the wounded.
Those whose lives were in danger were the ones who lived closest to the pack center. These innocent werewolves had to become victims of their leader's decisions.
I couldn't deny that I was also at fault here. As the Healer, I should have ordered the corruptus to be burned from the very beginning.
But I had been too ambitious. I ignored the safety of the pack's residents for what I believed to be a greater crime.
But… was any of that worth the lives lost?
"Miss Rissa, it's already morning. You should get some rest." Eson appeared beside me, his gaze filled with concern.
I turned toward the window, only then realizing the sun had already risen.
"Richard hasn't returned yet? How are things outside?"
