Chapter 63

Aria’s POV

Working at the pack clinic was almost as taxing as running during training with Hunter. Sometimes it was more taxing, especially emotionally. It was hard to watch some people die because there was nothing that could be done to save them.

Werewolves rarely fall sick. The only sicknesses that could really hurt a werewolf were very deadly, and there were rarely cures for them.

As I stared at the unconscious little boy in front of me, tears welled up in my eyes slightly as I watched his parents exchange glances with tears running down their eyes. They knew his death was close. He had the moonfire cure, and the healers had given them an estimate of five hours left for the boy to be alive.

Cole was his name, and he was just seven years old.

Cole had been brought here eight days