Layla's POV
I don't get the luxury of being out of the loop for long.
Less than a week after leaving the hospital, I was back on my feet. Not fully healed or totally comfortable, but I was at least functional in the way that mattered.
I could stand by myself, I could walk without support, and I could sit through meetings without visibly wincing as long as I didn't move too fast or forget myself. There was no reason for me not to be engaging in some way with legitimate work.
The pain hadn't faded so much as changed how I experienced it. My body was rebuilding aggressively, even by wolf standards, and the speed of it made everything ache in a way that felt like my muscles had been overused rather than actually injured now.
Freja paced restlessly inside me, adamant that we sh
