Liora's POV
The morning after the attack, I woke to whispers outside our door.
Not the cruel kind I'd grown used to. These were different.
"She fought five rogues alone."
"Protected the children without hesitation."
"Her wolf is incredible."
I sat up slowly. My body ached everywhere. Bruises I hadn't noticed yesterday now screamed for attention.
Jax's arm tightened around my waist. "Ignore them."
"They're talking about me."
"They're finally seeing you." He kissed my shoulder. "The real you."
I turned to face him. His eyes were still tired. We'd barely slept.
"What if yesterday was a fluke?" I asked quietly.
"It wasn't."
"But what if my wolf goes away again? What if..."
"Stop." He cupped my face. "Your wolf isn't going anywhere. She's been waiting
