Nevara
By the following morning, I was beginning to suspect my wolf had taken personal offense at the physician’s prediction that I would need several days in bed.
I had slept for nearly ten hours, waking only when Shelly needed me, and sometime during the night the soreness had faded from unbearable to manageable. The weakness that had made crossing the bedroom difficult after her birth was almost gone.
I was not completely healed, but I felt remarkably close.
Thoren watched me walk from the bathroom without assistance and did not immediately reach for me.
“You are learning.”
“I trust your wolf.”
“That sounded painful for you.”
“It was.”
I smiled and crossed to the bassinet. Shelly was awake, staring upward with bright blue eyes while one tiny hand escaped her blanket.
Mama.
“G
