Clara’s POV
His smile sent a chill down my spine. "You'll find out. When you're ready."
The guard who had escorted me—Xander, I'd heard Darius call him—stepped forward to lead me back to the medical wing. I followed, my mind racing with questions. What game was Darius playing? What did he really want from me?
Three more days passed before Samuel finally cleared me to leave the medical wing. My wounds had healed remarkably fast, leaving behind only pink scars where deep gashes had been.
"Your wolf has impressive healing abilities," Samuel noted as he removed the last of my bandages. "I've rarely seen recovery this quick from injuries so severe."
I said nothing. My wolf had always been strong—too strong for a Luna, according to Jaden. But here, perhaps that strength would be valued rath
