Liora’s P.O.V. My successful attempt to speak passed the test with flying colors, so my grandparents were satisfied with my wolf’s healing. They shifted me into a cozy room with soft white walls, silver curtains, and blankets that smelled faintly of moonflowers. The bedding was so soft that it felt like I was being tucked into a cloud. Stacy, Damon, Carla, Cassian, and my grandparents gathered around me like excited birds. Stacy and Damon talked over each other, impatient to share the details I missed about the journey to the Silver Forest. Meanwhile, Grandma Corra served steaming coffee and sandwiches to everyone, her warm smile a mile wide. The room buzzed with laughter, chatter, and clinks of cups. This peace, this harmony, almost felt unreal. I sat propped up against the pillows, wrapped in a thick quilt Grandma insisted on placing around me despite my telling her I wasn’t feeling cold. She kept fussing, patting my cheeks, adjusting my hair while muttering. “Too thin,
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