The lights in the rehabilitation room were soft.
I braced a hand against my waist and slowly sat up from the therapy bed.
The old scar along my left ribs had started tightening again.
Celeste immediately reached out to support me.
Her palm was warm, carrying the herbal scent unique to Healers.
“Luna Elara, your Mind-link breathing exercises were much steadier today than last week.” She smiled as she gathered my loose silver-white hair behind my shoulder. “Selene must be able to feel you getting better.”
I touched the scar along my left ribs, unable to stop the corner of my mouth from lifting.
That scar was from five years ago.
That year, the Crescent Family went to war with an old East Coast Family.
A silver bullet laced with Wolfsbane flew straight toward Damon, and I threw mysel
