Nevara
Two weeks.
Fourteen days of warmth and care. Of tea, blankets, and quiet reassurances.
My head no longer ached. The bruises had faded. The cut on my temple had vanished entirely.
But my wolf… was still silent.
I didn’t know if it was the trauma. The healing. Some kind of mental block.
But she was gone.
Or at least unreachable.
I tried not to think about it too much. Tried to focus on what I did have. Tobias had been… everything.
Patient. Attentive. Soft where I’d expected him to be cold. He never pushed. Never questioned when I forgot things. Just smiled and reminded me. Let me rebuild at my own pace.
This morning felt like any other.
Fire already going. Tea steeping on the counter. Tobias humming off-tune in the kitchen.
I stood in front of the full length bedroom mirro
