Olivia’s POV
“Are you sure you can walk?” Maria, hovering like a mother hen, had sought to leave me, I tried to draw up my legs off the bed of the healer.
“Three days I have lied down,” I said with a feeble smile. “Unless I get going, I will become furniture.”
She laughed softly. “You sound better already.”
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a carriage,” I muttered, gripping her arm for balance.
The hut door opened before Maria could reply. Damien stepped inside, wearing his usual serious face that made the whole room tense up.
“Alpha,” Maria greeted with a slight bow.
“Morning,” he said simply, his eyes landing on me. “You’re finally awake.”
“Still half-dead, but trying,” I said quietly.
He nodded once. “The healer says you’re recovering fast. That’s good.”
“I suppose I owe you for t
