Carrying My Daughter without My MateChapter 1 - The Betrayal
I sat in my chair, skimming through the latest reports from the pack healers. Each file detailed the medical history of our newest elite warriors. As a Delta warrior, it was my responsibility to monitor our fighters closely. Their identities, lineage, routines, and, most importantly, their health conditions were recorded meticulously to ensure nothing slipped through the cracks.
Closing the folders, I leaned back, massaging my temples as the day’s exhaustion settled over me. A minute later, I stood, craving a glass of water, when my phone chimed with a notification.
Before checking it, my mind drifted to the healer council meeting earlier that morning. The meeting had been intense. Seated around the long, polished table in the healer council room, we had discussed our warriors’ medical needs and the troubling signs we’d observed lately. The head healer, an elder named Kitara, had spoken first.
“We’re seeing more cases of fatigue and stress injuries in our warriors than ever before,” she had said, her voice weighted with concern. “We need to consider restructuring training or giving more downtime between sessions.”