Lyra's Pov
“How are you feeling now?” The woman walked in, balancing a tray of food in her hands. Her voice was soft, almost soothing. She placed the tray on the table next to the bed, her movements careful and deliberate.
I sat up, wincing slightly as the pain eased, if only a little. My wolf was doing its best, healing me bit by bit. “A little relieved,” I admitted.
“That’s good.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she took a seat beside me. She picked up the plate from the tray, placed a napkin on my lap, and carefully set the plate down. “This is my mom’s favorite soup. She always makes it for the warriors when they return from battle. It’ll help your wolf heal faster.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, glancing down at the greenish-yellow contents of the plate. The sight of it made my sto
