NYRA

The doctor didn’t waste time.

After we finished talking, he went straight to work. I stood beside him, watching every move, every change in the patient’s body. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm. The scent of medicine mixed with wolf blood still hung in the room.

For a while, nothing happened.

Then his fingers twitched.

Evelyn gasped softly as his eyes slowly opened.

Not wide. Just enough.

He blinked once. Twice. His breathing steadied like someone who had been drowning and ...