Joe was feeling better, whether he wanted to or not.
It was impossible to ignore. Even without Archer’s presence, the wolf’s healing had kicked in hard. Sitting up no longer felt like being torn apart piece by piece. He could shift his weight, adjust the pillows, even move his legs slightly without white-hot pain ripping through him.
His knees still ached deeply, a dull, grinding sensation that reminded him they weren’t fully repaired yet, but Doctor Franks seemed pleased. That alone was unsettling.
“We’ll have you up and walking soon,” the older nurse said as she cleared away his lunch tray, clattering dishes louder than necessary. She’d stood over him until he’d finished every last spoonful of the bland soup and soggy crackers. “It was touch and go there for a while, but the Goddess m
