Lyra's Pov

“How are you feeling now?” The woman walked in, balancing a tray of food in her hands. Her voice was soft, almost soothing. She placed the tray on the table next to the bed, her movements careful and deliberate.

I sat up, wincing slightly as the pain eased, if only a little. My wolf was doing its best, healing me bit by bit. “A little relieved,” I admitted.

“That’s good.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she took a seat beside me. She picked up the plate from the tray, placed a napkin on my lap, and carefully set the plate down. “This is my mom’s...