SONYA'S POV
The drive back to the estate is tense. Reign keeps one hand pressed against his chest, his jaw clenched against pain he's trying to hide. Landon is in the back seat with Phoebe, his breathing slightly labored even with the portable oxygen tank.
"You're both idiots," I say again, breaking the silence.
"You've mentioned that," Reign replies quietly. "Several times."
"Because it bears repeating."
"We're fine, Sonya. Our wolves are healing us faster than humans would heal. We're not at a hundred percent, but we're functional." His hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "And we're not letting you face this alone."
When we arrive at the estate, Mrs. Wren is waiting with a disapproving expression that rivals the doctor's.
"Welcome back, Alpha Reign," she greets us warmly, though wo
