Hana's POV
Time may not heal all wounds.
My wolf remained asleep, quiet and deep inside me since the day I was exiled. But whereas my soul was still broken, my body had been gradually mending itself. Time, as harsh as it tended to be, had at least done this much for me.
There was another week that went by. Every morning saw me take one more step. I could feel it in my limbs moving freer, the ease with which I breathed, and the manner in which muscles reacted to the light exercise that I had started. I was not completely cured—not even near it—but I was healing slowly, increment by increment. Constant progress. Reminding myself every day of it gave me focus.
Mostly, I was surprised by the rapidity of my recovery, as if my body had retained the memory of who I once was. An old Luna. A na
