Chapter 139

Aisha's POV The air outside the Neutral Hospital was warm, the sky above painted in soft hues of gold and pale blue. It had been weeks since the war ended, and still, the world felt like it was relearning how to breathe. The scent of ash and blood was no longer embedded in the wind. The howls that once pierced the nights had gone silent. Peace had returned, but it hadn't come without cost. I stood at the hospital steps, watching patients and staff move about, their laughter tentative but real. There was healing now, not just of bodies, but of hearts, of old wounds that ran deeper than skin. This hospital, once a fragile symbol of unity, had survived the war. But survival wasn't enough anymore. We needed to grow. The idea had taken root in me slowly, through whispered thank-yous and lingering glances filled with hope. This place had become more than a medical center. It was the proof that races, wolves, fae, dragons, witches, even humans could stand together for something greater than p