Helen's POV
Everything was hazy, but I felt like my body was being raised. My head was still turning from the battle, so my ideas were disorganized. As I slipped in and out of awareness, I could feel Scott's powerful arms supporting me and his aroma enveloping me, but there was a strange weight to it guilt.
"Remain strong, Helen. Scott said, "You're going to be okay," but his tone seemed strained as if he wasn't entirely sure.
Even though I was having trouble opening my eyes, I felt him lay me down on a plush bed. My limbs felt heavy and weak from the strength that had rushed through me earlier, and my muscles hurt. Mara, the healer, was close by and was already checking my wounds. Scott was sitting next to me, watching with his hands clenched around mine and a grimace on his face. I sensed the stress, anxiety, and guilt in his body.
My attention was drawn to the murmurs in the room. The voices of the pack members were whispered, yet I could hear them.
