It was two days before the wolfsbane finally cleared her system, and Juno roared back to life with a vengeance. Even Jake knew the exact moment it happened, flinching from where he sat beside her bed as Rome answered her wolf’s triumphant snarl in his head.
“Easy,” Jake muttered, rubbing his temples. “Warn a guy next time.”
Lyra let out a weak laugh that felt so good it almost hurt. “Sorry. She’s easily excited.”
And with Juno’s strength returned, her healing picked up speed. Bruises faded from angry purples to dull yellow, cuts knitted closed, and the pounding ache in her skull finally quieted. The only lingering sign of her injuries was her arm, still splinted and wrapped. The doctor insisted it would be another week at least before it fully mended.
By the afternoon of the third day,
