GARRETT
I spent two more weeks in Golden Meadows, renting a place close to the clinic so that I could stay near my mate. Despite being very hesitant, the trust kept building itself, its walls thickening with each moment we spent together. It was hard to keep my distance, but I somehow felt that pushing her into more physical contact was not the right way.
I spoke to her therapist, Dr Marie. At first, the she-wolf doctor was angry with me for interfering in Christine’s healing journey. She was worried that I would ruin the progress she had achieved in the last couple of months. But as soon as she saw how cheerful my mate was whenever she was supposed to go to the forest to meet me, Dr Marie changed her skeptical opinion about me.
“Yesterday, my prosthetic arm arrived.” She said, lying o
