That question stayed with me three days after we moved Lyra to the Luna suites in the pack house. It was no longer news that Lyra was my mate and that she was in a coma. The two days I stayed with her had brought back her body heat, and her complexion had gotten brighter. The only thing to do now was to wait.

Meanwhile, Vera had been constantly nagging, doing everything possible to get me involved in her daily routines and throwing tantrums when I was unavailable to meet her needs. Her ...