(Ashleigh's POV)
I hauled myself back off the bed for the second time that morning, cracking my neck like I was gearing up for war. Which, to be fair, I kinda was.
First order of business: damage control.
I flexed my arm, testing the range of motion. There was no pain. No tightness. Just smooth, easy movement. It was like the break had never happened. Like the last two weeks of awkward one-handed keyboarding and babying my elbow had been some kind of fever dream.
“Thanks, werewolf healing cheat codes,” I muttered, rolling my wrist with a touch of awe.
With that out of the way, I booted up my laptop and braced myself for the shitstorm that had undoubtedly unfolded online in my absence.
Wes had not exaggerated.
My inbox was a flaming dumpster. Comments were flooding in across every pl
