Chapter 4

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

The clinic room was quiet. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across the blanket, bringing a faint warmth.

My right hand was wrapped tightly in bandages. The pain had eased considerably, but I still couldn't move it.

My silver wolf was curled up inside me, her presence weak. She'd need a long time to recover.

The door opened and Father walked in, carrying a bowl of medicinal broth. He was still wearing his white coat, and his eyes were bloodshot. He'd clearly stayed up all night watching over me.

"You're awake?" Father set the broth on the bedside table.

His tone was steady as always, but concern showed through. "Drink this. It'll help your wolf recover."

I sat up and took the bowl, downing it in one go. The bitter taste spread through my mouth, but I didn't care.

"How's Mr. Sullivan?"

"Out of danger." Father sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. "You cleared the poison completely. With some rest, he'll make a fu