She didn't know how much time had passed before Lyra slowly opened her eyes. The familiar smell of healing herbs and salves filled her nose. She was back in the pack healer's quarters.
Fenris sat in the chair beside her bed, a trace of something that might have been concern flickering across his face. His voice was gentler than usual. "Lyra. What happened today... Selene went too far. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Lyra's entire face was wrapped in thick layers of bandages, leaving only her red, swollen eyes visible. She blinked, her dry eyes stinging with a sour ache, her voice scraped raw as sandpaper: "Did you summon the Pack Enforcers?"
Fenris's gaze shifted. A flicker of guilt crossed his features before he composed himself, looking away. "Selene is... she's still your sister by blood, after all. What she did was wrong—I've already punished her for it. Don't dwell on it. Just focus on recovering."
"How did you punish her?" Lyra's voice held no emotion. Terrifyingly calm.