It took three long weeks for my body to heal, though I wouldn't call it "healing" in the traditional sense. Without a wolf, I was nothing more than a human, and my bones repaired themselves at a human pace. Each day felt like an eternity, and the pain lingered, but eventually, I could get out of bed without needing someone to pull me up.
I had grown accustomed to the silence in the house, to the absence of my parents. They had become more distant in the past few weeks, always busy with pack matters and hardly ever home. I couldn't blame them-they were leaders, after all-but it didn't make their absence any easier to bear. The training program continued as usual, but I wasn't allowed to attend anymore. That was just one more reminder that I was different.
I made my way downstairs, my body
