KAT
The Prime's Claim
Rivera's hands press against my abdomen with clinical precision, her wolf senses tracking healing that should take another three days but apparently decided to overachieve. Three days until Dave stops counting minutes like a prisoner marking time, except Rivera's frown suggests my body has other plans.
"Everything's healed." She sits back, professional mask cracking toward something like surprise. "Completely. The internal tearing, the cervical damage—it's like you gave birth six months ago instead of five and a half weeks."
My heart kicks into higher gear. "You're sure?"
"Your tissue regeneration is accelerating beyond normal wolf healing." Her fingers find my pulse, counting beats that probably reveal exactly how desperate I am for this clearance. "Has Dave bee
