Chapter 82

Aisha's POV The scent of blood still lingered on my gloves as I walked out of the tent, the adrenaline ebbing from my limbs like a receding tide. My legs trembled beneath me, but I forced myself upright. I wasn't going to collapse in front of the others. A hush fell over the corridor outside the operating tent, followed by the low murmur of awe. It rippled from one end of the ward to the other, carried by whispered voices and wide-eyed stares. "She saved him alone." "Did you see the glow?" "She touched him, and the venom just... vanished." Nurses paused mid-step. Orderlies stood straighter. Even the guards who'd earlier crashed into supply shelves were now half-sitting with stunned reverence on their faces. I caught the head medic's gaze, and she gave me a slow nod of respect. "She should be dead," someone muttered. "That thing nearly tore her apart." But I wasn't. I was still standing. Because my wolf had returned. I tried to wave them off, brushing a blood-soaked curl behind my ear.