Ella POV
Occupational therapy wasn’t exactly what I expected—though, in hindsight, that was probably my fault for doing no research before agreeing to it. The prospect of regaining my wolf had been so exciting that I didn’t even think to question how the process would work.
Most of the appointment had been spent on paperwork and answering a seemingly endless list of questions from the doctor. The rest of the time was focused on small breathing exercises that, according to my therapist, were meant to help me through the eventual shift.
It seemed almost funny, considering my wolf had been dormant for so long.
Still, I remembered what Alexander’s doctor had said about strengthening my body to make my wolf stronger. Maybe preparing myself mentally and physically for the shift w
