ROSE’S POV

The gym was dead silent after my scream. Every pair of eyes locked on me—wide, shocked, confused. The ball rolled to a stop somewhere near the baseline. Even the coach’s whistle hung forgotten in her hand.

“Did you see that?” someone whispered from the back. “Her ankle—it twisted all the way around.”

“How is that possible?” another voice said, louder this time. “That was like… broken. I heard the snap.”

“That’s insane,” Mia muttered beside me, kneeling fast. “Rose, your ankle—”

I couldn’t let them keep staring. Couldn’t let them keep talking.

Panic clawed up my throat. My wolf had healed me too fast—too perfectly. The pain was...