Chapter 177:A Pack in Crisis

(Sarah's POV) My heels clattered against the tiled floor as I stormed into the pack house, my breathing shallow, my heart pounding with fear. Grace’s cries over the phone still echoed in my head, each piercing sob slicing through me like a blade. I didn’t waste time removing my coat; I tossed it onto the nearest chair and sprinted up the stairs. "Luna Sarah!" a pack nurse called behind me, her rushed footsteps matching mine. She caught up, her eyes filled with urgency. "Miss Grace’s condition has worsened! And… and no healers will answer our summons." Her words made me pause at the top of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing tightly. "What do you mean?" My voice trembled, though I fought to keep it steady. "Why won’t anyone come?" The nurse hesitated, then lowered her head. "They’re afraid, Luna. Afraid of Miss Scarlett… and, by extension, Roman." I stiffened. My nails dug into the wood of the banister. "They’re frightened, but they forget their duty? To let someone die from f