The surgery went perfectly. After a few days in the hospital, I was discharged, my voice back to normal.
By chance, I joined a band, pulled in by a she-wolf named Lillian Sterling, who loved hanging around me. With my experience, we landed a small gig at a bar. Stepping on stage after a year felt like reclaiming myself. I smiled more than I had in ages.
Post-show, I was still buzzing when Lillian shouted, "Ethan?! What're you doing here? You never come to my gigs!"
I kept my eyes on the floor until a familiar voice replied, "Not here for you."
I looked up. Ethan stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, his gaze shifting to me with a faint smile. "Came to check on my patient's recovery."
Lillian followed his eyes. "You two know each other?"
I hadn't realized Lillian was Ethan's sis
