#Chapter 31 I'm not a royal

There wasn’t a living person of the patrol that would be well enough to go patrolling for at least a few weeks except for Arthur. If that wasn’t enough, Mamie’s newborn made it nearly impossible for Mamie to resume any of her usual duties to the pack, so Daphne took over organizing food and needs for the pack as well as organizing the support for the infirmary. Daphne sat in the infirmary, cutting strips of cloth to be used for bandages while the antidote for wolfsbane brewed nearby under a doctor’s watchful eye. Anthony had been placed in the very last cot in the building with a dedicated doctor watching over him for the past few days. While he wasn’t dealing with the hazards of the poison, he was in critical condition and every day that he stayed unconscious was another day the doctors couldn’t be sure if he would survive. Blade walked into the infirmary for his daily check as Daphne stood to gather the used bandages for washing. “How are you, Daphne?” He asked looking at