After the rites last night, I expected the energy of Wolf's Landing to be gloomy. Instead, it's bustling.
Everyone's rushing to repair the hospital, something that's become more possible with the arrival of our Fae friends, who are helping mend walls with their magic. Despite the natural distrust between wolf and Fae, they're getting along well. And the injured are now walking, talking, laughing, and eating with ease, thanks to Heize—who specializes in healing magic.
Anyone coming in for the first time would never guess we just lost twenty-seven people to a mere ten-minute attack.
Selene yawns; she's half-asleep still in my cabin, having used the night to scout the general area. The time for grief is done. We are survivors.
Our pack didn't bounce back this quickly after the initial massacre in Westwood, though.
Things have changed since then, Grimoire points out. We are in a long, drawn-out war. Time for grief is a luxury in times like this.
