Wren's POV It's been a little over a month since the attack, but it feels longer. So much has changed in such a short time.My wounds have healed. His wounds have healed. I'm gaining strength every day, and I no longer need a wheelchair or the Alpha's arms to get around. I was so weak when I was rescued that I couldn't stand, let alone walk. My strength is returning, and my nearly atrophied body is slowly gaining mass and muscle. Not the kind of muscles the Alpha has, but the kind to do the simplest task, like walk, or bend over to grab something off the floor, and stand back up. Those were kind of muscles. Those are the ones that were non-existent when I was rescued. Those are the ones physical therapy has been targeting, and I am finally strong enough to get myself around the house. However, walking down the stairs is a different story. Not because I haven't tried, or don't want to. It's because a certain Alpha won't let me and insists on carrying me. I would say it bothers me, bu
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