Kai's Point of View
The hospital room feels smaller than it did a few days ago, like the walls have been pressing in on me while I have been stuck here. The faint antiseptic smell clings to everything, the sheets, the air, even my own skin. But today, finally, I get to leave.
I shove the last of my stuff, a folded shirt, a notebook, the half empty bottle of painkillers, into the worn canvas bag at the foot of my bed. My side still aches with every stretch, a dull reminder of the wolf’s claws, but it is healing. Slower than I would like, thanks to the wolfsbane, but healing all the same.
The door clicks open, and I glance up just in time to see Octavia step in, her hair pulled back, her eyes bright despite the shadows under them. Rafael is right behind her, broad shouldered and restless,
