CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN - SHATTERED EXPECTATIONS

The others hesitated, looking to Freya for guidance. The injured Luna managed a weak nod, and they carefully laid her on a nearby chaise lounge. Anna knelt beside Freya, her earlier fear of the werewolf forgotten in the face of the woman's obvious pain. She carefully examined the wounds - deep gashes across Freya's torso and arms. "I need hot water, clean cloths, and your strongest antiseptic," Anna ordered, surprised by the authority in her own voice. The staff scrambled to obey. As Anna worked to clean and bandage Freya's wounds, she spoke softly to the injured woman, trying to keep her conscious. "You're going to be okay," she murmured. "The wounds look worse than they are. You're strong, you'll heal." Freya's eyes flickered open, meeting Anna's gaze. For a moment, the usual coldness was gone, replaced by something like gratitude. By the time a healer arrived, Anna had managed to stop the bleeding and dress the worst of the wounds. She stepped back, allowing the healer to take