The news about Mirian's misfortune didn't reach Reana until the next morning.
After the morning meeting with the beta and every leader overseeing their workers' group, she went to check on Mirian and found the young omega lying on a bed in the healer's quarters, still unconscious.
Kira had given her the gist that morning.
"How is she?" Reana asked the healer, her eyes glued on Mirian.
The healer, with a kind face, looked up from the notes she was scribbling on a parchment. "I can't say for certain yet, until she wakes up," the healer replied calmly, her eyes never leaving Reana's face.
The healer continued, "Two veins in her neck were severed. She might have some scarring, and there's a possibility of permanent damage to her vocal cords."
"In other words, she won't be able to speak anymore?" Reana asked.
"I'm afraid so, Luna."
