What had he gone to do so early? I muttered to myself, even the wolf inside me began to stir with idle thoughts, until the noise from outside the door snapped me back to reality.
It was Goselle and Dwyn. Goselle was carrying a large bouquet of sunflowers, and Dwyn had a heavy fruit basket in his hands. Both of their faces looked worn, likely because they hadn’t slept well the night before.
Werewolves are especially sensitive to any crisis among their kind, and considering the live stream where I had exhausted my wolf power to save someone, it must have been worrying for them.
“Mia, how are you feeling?” Goselle leaned in carefully, glancing at my arm.
“I’m fine, should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow,” I said with a smile. The injuries weren’t that serious—mainly a knife wound o
