My wolf snorted. Barely had to say anything? We nearly offered our dignity on a silver tray.
Quiet, I muttered inwardly.
I squeezed Nora’s hand again. “You’re amazing, Nora. I need to work harder so I don’t hold you back.”
Nora smiled at me. “Don’t worry about anything else right now,” she said softly, changing the subject before I could protest.
She reached for my injured wrist with careful fingers, touching it as though it might shatter.
“I spoke to Dr. Reuben,” she said. “He says your wrist needs surgery. But even then... it won’t be the same. He wanted me to prepare you.”
I slowly rotated my wrist. Pain flashed through the joint, but I smiled faintly.
“I’ve known for a while,” I admitted. “That fracture from three years ago never healed properly. Then came every other injury aft
