“You just need to sign these consent forms to have your files transferred,” he explained, setting them in front of me. “I’ll ensure they’re sent over by the end of business today. It’s a shame to see you go, Ella, but I know you’ll be in good hands.”
“Absolutely,” Alexander said with a reassuring smile. “The best hands. The medical team taking care of Ella is top-notch.”
Dr. Bowman nodded thoughtfully. “And I assume they’ll be working on recovering her wolf?”
I paused, my pen hovering over the clipboard, before continuing to flip through the papers, signing and initialing where indicated.
“Yes,” Alexander confirmed. “Along with a team of personal trainers.”
“And occupational therapy?” Dr. Bowman asked gently.
I hesitated, glancing up at him. “I’m not sure if I’ll co
