"Yes," I confirmed, shaking off the lingering tension. "I need to head home soon. I have an occupational therapy appointment today, and I don’t want to be late."
"How is that going?" he asked, his curiosity genuine. "Do you feel it’s helping?"
"I think it is," I said thoughtfully. "But I can’t be certain until there’s some undeniable sign of progress."
"You’ll get your wolf back," he said, his voice steady and sure. "And if there’s anything more I can do to help, all you need to do is ask."
"You’ve already done so much," I said softly, smiling at him.
"I’ll speak to you again soon," Alexander said, his expression warm but serious. "Have a good day, Ella. And keep your guard up."
"I will," I replied, though a shiver ran down my spine at his parting words.
I could
