"How did you know I was hurt?" Reana asked, her voice low and cold.
Her injuries were always kept hidden from the pack members. The warriors, healer, and Mirian knew not to utter a word about her injuries to not alarm the pack members or cause unrest. And with the current tensions running high, it was even more crucial to maintain that secrecy. Yet, somehow, Ryder knew about it.
"I was there," Ryder said, his voice laced with a mix of sadness and regret. "I was standing on a hill, watching you fight. I saw your white fur dyed red with your own blood." He paused, his eyes clouding over with remorse. "I tried to shift, to come to your aid, but my wolf..."
His voice trailed off, and he sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his frustration. "I'm sorry, My Luna. I'm useless." The last words were barely above a whisper, spoken with a depth of self-loathing that made Reana's heart ache. At the same time, filled with emotions she couldn't explain.
