Senna’s POV
The physician arrived early the next morning.
He came with two attendants and a case of instruments that looked too polished to have ever been used in the kind of place I came from. His clothes were immaculate. His expression was carefully neutral as he approached the bed.
“Miss Senna,” he said. “I’ve been asked to assess your condition.”
“You can assess from there,” I replied. I knew why he was there. It had to do with my wolf. My wound had already been looked after. He was coming to inspect me because I had a flora wolf.
He didn’t smile.
“Unfortunately, that won’t be sufficient. I need to…perform a physical exam,” he told me, clutching his medical bag. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked a little scared of me.
There was no point in arguing. Besides, he was only
