Dorothy's POV
I sprint down the stairs and find the wounded warriors from yesterday already assembled in formation, waiting for my medical clearance to return to battle.
As I approach the first warrior, one of the hospital guards from yesterday intercepts me, pressing a warm breakfast wrap into my hands.
"What's this for?" I ask, unwrapping the foil.
"Alpha's direct orders. He said you haven't had a proper meal in nearly two days," the guard explains.
"I didn't get your name yesterday," I say, taking a substantial bite. The wrap is loaded with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, ham, and other ingredients that make my empty stomach practically sing with gratitude.
"Dorian, Luna," he responds, and I swallow quickly before turning my attention to the first warrior awaiting examination.
"Dorian, are you the only guard assigned to the hospital today?" I inquire while checking the warrior's healing progress.
"How's your wolf feeling?" I ask the patient.
