Sera considered. "If you go carefully and she's kept warm and comfortable, yes. Pushing her hard wouldn't be wise but a steady journey should be manageable."
"We won't push," I said.
Sera nodded. She started to move and then stopped.
"Alpha King," she said. "The rib. The fingers. Those injuries are old. They happened when she was young. Before the shack."
I looked at her.
"I know," I said.
She held my gaze for a moment and then she nodded again and walked back toward the east wing.
I stood in the corridor alone.
I put one hand flat against the wall and I stood there and I breathed and I let the cord hold for a few more seconds while I got everything back behind it. The rib. The fingers. Injuries that had happened to a child and been left to heal on their own because nobody had thou
