{Ryanna’s POV}
"I’ll want to talk a walk," I said, grabbing the edge of the bed as I pushed to my feet. My legs hurt like they still hated me for waking up at all.
Even hours after waking, my entire being refused to respond with the speed and efficiency I was used to. Or maybe it got familiar with the calm of deep slumber. The pain wasn't just a result of the poison but also weeks of back-to-back physical and mental exertion without proper rest.
Lydia, I think was her name folded her arms. "No, you're not." She was the wolf tending to me while I recovered.
"I am." I pressed, still pushing despite my body's objection.
"You're barely healed. One wrong move and you'll split something again… Just wait till the evening, and then you can start moving about!”
I took a shaky step forward ju
