Phoebe's POV
The warriors escorted me to one of the empty guest rooms in the pack house, carefully placing Elder Tricia on the bed as his blood soaked through the white sheets.
The bullet had to be silver - I was certain of it. They had to extract it immediately so his healing ability could work. If that silver remained lodged inside him, Elder Tricia would die. His supernatural healing couldn't function with silver poisoning his system.
"Where's the healer? Find Marcela!" I demanded.
I'd already sent them to fetch the healer, and one warrior had rushed out to bring Marcela back. But he was taking forever - or maybe panic was warping my sense of time, making everything feel both sluggish and lightning-fast.
Time became meaningless until I finally saw Marcela enter the room with the warrior who'd gone to get her. Relief flooded through me.
"It's alright, let me examine him," Marcela said, trying to steady my frantic gesturing toward Elder Tricia.
