Ava's POV
I sat propped against the pillows in the hospital room, a book open in my hands. My arm still ached where the bones were knitting back together. Ever since my time in prison, my wolf's healing abilities have slowed drastically.
I was halfway through a page when my wolf’s ears twitched.
Someone was standing at the door.
A familiar scent drifted in. It aas Jasper..
My heart squeezed painfully, but I kept my eyes on the page. From the corner of my vision, I could see him lingering in the doorway.
Small and hesitant.
A backpack hung over his shoulders like he had just come from school. His scent carried nervousness… and stubborn pride.
My wolf stirred softly. Our pup…she said. I forced her down.
He stayed there for a long time, shifting his weight, clearly waiting for me to
