Chapter 486

Third Person's POV

After over an hour, Cecelia's cries faded to silence.

Her ironmoon grass pheromones were barely a flicker, and she was drenched in sweat, her wolf fur lifeless beneath her sodden hair.

Her wolf curled in the depths of her consciousness, whimpering weakly.

She couldn't even muster the most basic healing abilities, and every breath she took shook with agony.

Valerica dabbed at her