#Chapter 167: A Silent Understanding

Elara

The pain in my shoulder had dulled from a sharp, stabbing agony to a persistent throb by that evening. Dr. Alden insisted that I stay in bed, but the moment he left me, I started to move.

I winced as I pulled a loose sweater over my head, careful to avoid jostling my bandaged shoulder. The wound was healing—werewolf regeneration ensuring I wouldn’t be out of commission for long—but the area