_Rowena’s POV_
The ice pack Velvet got me helped, but it was not enough.
I sat on the stairs for another few minutes before Celeste gently pulled me upright and walked me to my room. The wrist wasn’t broken, I’d had broken bones before and knew the difference, but the joint had twisted badly and the pain had a deep, persistent quality that told me it wasn’t going to fade on its own schedule.
I closed the bedroom door.
“Kyra,” I said quietly.
She stirred. Not fully awake, the rest she’d been settling into was the first real rest she’d had in years and I had pulled her out of it early. I felt the reluctance in it, the heaviness of a wolf who had been running on empty for a long time and had only just found ground to lie down on.
“How bad?” she asked.
“Wrist. Twisted bu
