#Chapter 42 Daylight and Detritus

Mira It was after three in the morning when I finally got to sleep. Ward had to practically drag me away from the makeshift triage center, and I was grateful that he recognized when I was about to run out of steam. There had been burn victims, many had inhaled smoke, and several had gone head-to-head against the wolves in defense of their families and the Pack. The Pack that used to be mine. There had been bittersweet reunions among the chaos, and I was glad to see my old neighbors even under the terrible circumstances. The cool air refreshed me as we stepped outside the Shea house, and I didn’t realize that I had been holding my breath throughout most of the night. My eyes were half-closed as I followed Ward into the house, and I barely got my shoes off before I fell like a log into bed and sleep overtook me. As light crept into between the blinds in the window, I groaned at the realization that morning had caught up with me. I stretched in the small bed, sudd