Varg’s POV

“How’s your hand, my love?” I asked as I pulled on my nightwear and slipped into bed beside Lyra.

She smiled as my hand brushed over the top of her injured arm. “According to the pack doctor, I’m healing. My wolf is active again.” She chuckled softly, shifting forward into my embrace. “I don’t feel as much pain as before.”

“That’s good, my love.” I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering for a moment. “Don’t worry. Soon, everything will be alright.”

“I know.” She looked up at me, her red eyes reflecting the dim moonlight seeping through the window. “And I believe that.”

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