Third Person's POV
At the mention of the title "Luna," Seraphina's finger hitched for a split second over her tablet. She didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she kept her voice strictly business. "Is your wolf conscious?"
"Sort of," Rolf managed. "Just feels weak. The link is pretty fuzzy."
Seraphina nodded. "You just crawled out of the ICU. Soul-fatigue is standard. Recovery isn't a sprint; you're going to have to pace yourself."
She scribbled something quickly on her screen. "Are you losing your healing factor? Any wounds refusing to close?"
Rolf shook his head. "No. It's just... there's this dull, constant throbbing."
"Scale of one to ten?"
"Manageable."
"Fine." She set the tablet down and flicked her gaze toward the two standing by the bed. "Family—get his shirt open. I need to che
