NYRA
Three days.
Three whole days and everything still felt broken.
I didn’t go back to the hospital. I couldn’t. Every time I tried to wear my coat, pick up my bag, step out the door, something inside me pulled me back.
My wolf was restless. My chest felt heavy. I couldn’t even breathe right in this house anymore.
I tried talking to Lena.
The first day, I knocked on her door until my knuckles hurt.
“Lena… please. Just five minutes.”
There was silence.
The second day, I waited for her in the living room.
She walked past me like I was a stranger.
The third day… I stopped knocking.
Lorra had left the next morning after seeing that Claire was safe. She hugged me before going.
“She’ll calm down,” she whispered.
But I saw doubt in her eyes.
Jackson kept calling. I explained ever
