Chapter 147

Viona's POV

The hospital ward had never felt more suffocating.

All through the day, I sat in my bed with my hands folded, my wolf pacing restlessly in the cage of my mind. The doctor's calm insistence, the nurse's records, the midnight injection-they echoed in my skull like accusations. Every word, every note had conspired to tell me the same thing: I had never left.

But my body says otherwise.

The dull ache in my lower region had not faded, nor had the fragmented memories of ...