The church looked different in the aftermath of battle. What had been a potential warzone hours ago now served as a makeshift hospital. Wounded werewolves from both packs lay on pews, being tended by healers who'd finally stopped asking which pack someone belonged to before treating them.
Leona sat against a wall, watching the organized chaos. Her body ached from the fight, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the guilt gnawing at her insides. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lily's bruised face, heard her desperate plea not to come.
"You should eat something," Thalia said, sitting down beside her and offering a protein bar. "You've been running on adrenaline for hours."
"I'm not hungry."
"I don't care. Eat anyway. You're no good to Lily if you collapse from exhaustion."
