The council hall opened before I could respond, and several Red Crest Pack members came out. One of them a young warrior, said, "Alpha Elias, there’s been a breach on the western border. Scouts reported a group of rogue approaching."
Alpha Elias' expression hardened when he asked, "How many?"
“A dozen, maybe more. We’ve called in our warriors, but they’re still regrouping.”
Alpha Elias turned to me; his jaw set with a grim determination.
“Lysa, I could use an experienced healer at the infirmary. Could you please help?"
The sense of having a purpose birthed inside me somehow overpowering the pain I felt.
"Of course, Alpha. Lead the way."
We moved quickly and we arrived at the infirmary just in time for the injured to begin arriving. I worked alongside the Red Crest healers, tending to the wounded with much focus.
Hours passed, and I witnessed a lot of blood, and I bandaged many warriors, but I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time. Amidst the crisis, I found a sense of belonging.