“What else happened? Fiona wouldn’t be this pale just from fatigue,” I point out. “Is she alright?”
Healer Sarina steps forward, bows, and speaks, “She is fine now. We put her on an IV drip for fluids. She’s been sleeping for about eleven hours, so she will probably wake up soon. There’s also…”
She stops and glances at the other healers, who shake their head. I study their faces, trying to decipher what it is that they don’t want her to tell me. As members of my pack, they shouldn’t ever feel the need to hold anything back.
“What is it?” I finally ask, when I realize they really aren’t going to continue.
“She’s been through some rough situations in the last few days, so we’re monitoring her to make sure she doesn’t have any PTSD or lasting mental effects.”
“From what?” I growl. Wh
