I leave the bedroom without looking back. The banana sits on the counter, untouched. I’m not hungry. Her nightmares are getting worse, and I don’t know how to fix them.
We make sure this never happens again. My wolf’s voice is a low growl under my skin.
I head to the gym with Lira trailing a few steps behind. She barely speaks these days. I wrap my hands and go straight to the bag, letting my fists do the thinking. The impact steadies me. Lira moves in to brace it.
“You should take it easy,” she says, gripping the chain tighter. “You’re still healing from the attack.” The way she holds the bag tells me she already knows I won’t listen.
“I don’t need easy,” I snap. “I need to be better than I was that night.”
Lira falls silent again. She doesn’t have much fight left in her lately, quie
