After getting my bandages changed, I did not go straight home.
Instead, I had Michael drive me to Nora’s house.
“I came for the porcelain piece,” I said when Nora opened the door.
Her eyes flicked to my hand, wrapped in fresh bandages. I caught the subtle change in her expression, the kind healers and observant wolves could not hide.
“You are about to start pushing yourself again,” she noted.
I ignored that. Skill did not return just because you rested. I assured her I just needed it and did not intend to use it until I was completely healed.
She handed it over to me. After picking up the damaged piece, I returned to Smith Villa and went straight to practice.
My right hand throbbed beneath the bandages. The injury had not healed yet. Every movement felt wrong and unnatural, like my
