Rayne
One, two, three, four… Eight weeks.
It took just over eight painful, frustrating, mind-numbing weeks to feel human again.
Which was ridiculous considering how fast wolves were supposed to heal.
But even with accelerated recovery, nothing about this process had been easy. The surgery had left me weak and sore for weeks. My abdomen still pulled uncomfortably when I bent the wrong way. The cast on my leg had only come off a few days ago, but the real hell was physical therapy.
The fracture itself had healed—technically. But regaining full function, learning to walk without stiffness, without pain, without limping? That was the real battle.
I’d had to use crutches for the first three weeks post-op, even as my wolf protested the entire time. Eden hated the helplessness. Hated the weakness. Hated the slow, humiliating pace of everything.
But I did it.
Because I had to.
Because Reed showed up to every session. Pushed me through the frustration. Carried the parts of me that couldn’t car
