Reya’s POV
I took the dress into the back room, changing slowly, deliberately, still unsure why I was even going through with it.
It fit surprisingly well—soft linen with gentle pleats, the kind of outfit that made me look less like a healer and more like someone who soft and feminine.
I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror.
Zachary whistled low when I emerged. “Look who remembered she’s a woman.”
Jack elbowed him, shooting me an apologetic smile. “He means you look lovely.”
“I still hate both of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Zachary said, smug.
I let them lead me out the clinic, through the side path that led to the outer garden of the pack’s estate. I’d forgotten how warm the sun could be. How green the world looked in summer light. I was too preoccupied with my raging feelings for As
