Joseph's POV
Alpha Damon was being modest when he described his pack's condition. What I'm seeing here goes beyond bad shape. This pack is hanging on by a thread, teetering on the edge of complete collapse. The moment I survey the room full of wounded warriors, I know Dorothy will need days to get through everyone.
"How can I help you?" I ask her, recognizing she needs more support than just Natasha. Moving behind her, I place my hands on her waist and channel my energy into her tired body. The overwhelming weight of responsibility she's carrying hits me immediately. She's the only qualified doctor here, which means most of this burden falls squarely on her shoulders.
"Are there any omegas here who know how to sew?" she questions Alpha Damon directly.
"Yes, we have some," Damon responds.
"Bring them here now," I command, scanning the room's chaos.
