She could die

SLADE POV

Standing for the umpteenth time, my eyes stayed on each member seated around the large round table.

Each had a solemn look on their face, and I could see some were yet to recover from the injury from the attack.

Again, it was barely twenty-four hours; I didn't think anyone could have recovered that fast. Further, I noticed some members were slow healers, and some could scarcely heal by themselves.

It was why Winter was helpful in the pack since she oversaw their healing. Now, she was lying almost lifeless in the infirmary with no one to help her recover.

I went back again to check if she had responded to any of the treatments done to her, but I received the same response over again; She was not responding, her pulse was getting weaker, and only the moon goddess could do the healing as they had tried their best. Even the seer had tried to resuscitate her, but it was to no avail.

Winter was emotionless, the colour from her face had drained entirely, and if not for the rise an