*Three weeks later*
FUCK! Everyone turned to look at me, that came out a lot louder than I intended it to. Monica walked over to where I was on my knees, debating whether or not to help me up. The last time anyone tried to help me I nearly ripped their head off their body. Which I later apologized for, of course, but the embarrassment and anger were strong enough for me to snap. I pushed myself up with wobbly arms and stood up. Monica came to wrap her arms around me for support. I smiled at her and leaned my head on her shoulder. I’ve been doing physical therapy for three weeks already. I was still healing a lot slower than a normal wolf but faster than a human. It was strange, no one had really gone through something like this before. The doctor likes to say it’s because Athena still has
