After a thorough check-up in the infirmary, the healer wiped her hands and gave Talia a look that brooked no argument.
"Clean bill of health, mostly," she said, handing Talia a stack of fresh clothes. "But the shift tore some internal ligaments. No shifting for two nights. You heal fast, but don’t push it."
Talia nodded, retreating behind the curtain to dress. "And my sister?"
The healer paused. "She’s fine. She didn’t take the hit you did. That wolf of hers wouldn’t let me get close enough to check her thoroughly, but she's fine."
Talia froze, tunic halfway over her head. "Wolf? What wolf?"
But the healer was already bustling out the door. Talia pulled her shirt down, brows furrowing. Alina didn't have a wolf.
A knock rattled the frame, and before she could speak, the door opened.
