Chapter 65 Sixty-five

• I help the pack doctors treat the wounded. I'm not trained in medicine, but I know how to clean wounds, wrap bandages, and hold pressure when someone's bleeding. Basic first aid—the kind Aunt Elena taught me years ago in case of emergencies.
• Once everyone's been patched up, I make sure they all get food and blankets before they settle in for the night. The children eat quietly, their eyes still wide with trauma. The adults thank me in hushed voices, their gratitude heavy with grief.
• By the time I'm done, exhaustion weighs on me like a physical thing. I'm covered in blood and sweat—none of it mine, but the smell clings to my skin and makes my stomach turn.