~Jasmine's POV~
Before anyone could respond, a soft knock echoed from the doorway. We all turned, and our eyes landed on Aiden's pack healer… Alara.
"You called her, too?"
Alara stepped in with the kind of presence that didn't need an announcement. Her braid was laced with silver threads that shimmered faintly in the morning light, moonthread sacred to the pack healers.
Her aura was sharp, focused, as if she already knew the weight of what she'd find.
"Alpha Aiden," she called in a brisk but not unkind tone. "Sit."
Aiden didn't argue this time; he just headed to the chair and sat down.
Alara knelt in front of him, her fingers resting gently on his chest as she closed her eyes and concentrated. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and the air grew heavy as her magic moved beneath his skin, exploring and examining.
Kaiden and I stood silent as statues, watching as Aiden flinched beneath her touch, muscles coiling as if bracing for impact.
