Lucas did not let her look when Lyra came to take out the stitches on her chest. He leaned over her the whole time, blocking her view while he talked softly about how the meeting had gone with Alpha Jake. Celia wanted to point out that she would eventually need to look at the scars he and Lyra were trying so hard to hide from her, but now clearly wasn’t the right moment.
She could see the strain in Lucas’s face, the tight pull at the corners of his mouth and the dark circles under his eyes. She wanted to smooth them away and pull that crooked smile out of him again, the one that lit up his whole face and her whole chest. But right now he seemed stuck in his head, weighed down by too much.
Someone brought her clothes and shoes, and Landon met them outside the hospital to drive them to the
