REBECCA
Recovery was both a good and a bad experience.
Bad because, of course, I was sick, and I couldn't do all the things I wanted and had to do, like train or go to Shadow Corp classes. Good because, for the first time in way too many months, I could relax for several days in a row, and because my mate had taken a week off from his Alpha internship to take care of me, which meant we were together all day.
That was something my wolf really liked—and it was Reiner's constant closeness that had given her strength and helped her recover better and faster.
“Again,” Reiner murmured, and with a sigh, I shifted my nails into sharp claws.
He had started my shifting rehab a couple of days ago. The silver had greatly weakened my wolf, and the doctors had advised me to start making small shift
