Claire POV
My days at the clinic passed quickly, as usual. There were always more patients to see, to talk with and help. And the joy that work brought me was hard to describe.
Becoming a healer truly had given my life shape, meaning and purpose.
I wasn’t just a wolfless Omega anymore, someone to be looked down on. Pitied at best, mistreated at worst.
No, I was a doctor, a talented healer, a respected member of the clinic.
And yet…
An underlying sadness had crept into my days.
I hadn’t heard back from Andy about the letter I sent him, and wrestled with both disappointment and wondering what his silence might mean.
Did he not believe me? It must have been a shock, being told that I was his mother like that, seeing the words spelled out so starkly. Maybe he j
