Ash’s POV
Two days had passed since Rowan practically dashed out of the room like the air had turned toxic, and I hadn’t seen him since. Not that I wanted to. The last thing I needed was to look that smug ass in the face, the one who’d slapped me with extra bedrest days just because he could.
Now the restrictions were finally lifted, the ward on the door gone, and I was free to move again. Freedom tasted like fresh air after being trapped underwater, but my body felt restless, coiled too tight. Two days without training was torture.
My muscles itched, my wolf paced inside me, restless and snarling, begging for motion, for impact, for anything that wasn’t lying still pretending to be fragile. Training was the only thing that kept the revenge sharp in my mind, the only thing that remind
