Ella
Pain. That was the first thing I felt as I opened my eyes. A deep, gnawing ache that coursed through my body, far worse than I expected. It felt wrong. My werewolf healing should have kicked in hours ago, knitting my wounds together and easing the soreness. Instead, it was as if my body had forgotten how to recover.
I blinked against the harsh light streaming in from the windows of the infirmary, wincing as the movement sent a sharp twinge through my ribs. The room smelled sterile—antiseptic and faint traces of lavender, a calming scent Jessie, the academy’s doctor, always used.
"You're awake," came a soft, familiar voice.
I turned my head slowly, biting back a groan as my muscles protested. Jessie stood by the side of my bed, her blonde hair tied back in a neat bun, her kin
