Chapter 133

Aisha's POV The days after the war bled into one another, a strange kind of quiet settling over the land. Not the silence of defeat or fear, but the breath held after surviving something monstrous. The kind of silence that came before healing. The Neutral Hospital stood at the heart of it all. Once the battlegrounds were cleared and the wounded stabilized, I found myself standing at its threshold again, not as a patient, or a fugitive, but as something new. Survivors moved slowly through the corridors, their faces weary but alive. Wolves, vampires, and shifters crossed paths without growls or glances filled with distrust. A peace had been earned here, carved through blood and fire. And I was asked to protect it. They called it an honorary title, Director of the Neutral Hospital. But it was more than that. It was a symbol, a vow. I didn't need the ceremony, the speeches, or the signed decree that came later. When Simon had clasped my hand that morning and walked me into the council cham