Chapter 87

Third Person

The atmosphere was heavy, with a mix of relief and concern. The aftermath of the recent battle was evident in the air. The scent of blood and the residue of magic lingered, a testament to the struggles that had taken place.

Making their way to the heart of the pack, Xander sensed the echoes of the recent conflict. The pack hospital stood as a beacon of hope and healing, its walls having witnessed the ebb and flow of life. The air was charged with quiet anticipation as Xander approached, his warriors forming a protective perimeter around him.

In the hospital, Chassy stood by a bed where the former gamma, Rick, lay in recovery. The dim light cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the weariness in Chassy's eyes as she spoke to the attending doctor. The physician, a figure of reassurance amid uncertainty, relayed the condition of the injured gamma.

"He's stable, Alpha," the doctor explained, her voice carrying a mix of professi