Estella stirred awake, blinking as the soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of her room. For a moment, she lay still, mentally bracing herself for the familiar aches and soreness she'd come to expect after the brutal training sessions with Caspian.
But as she shifted, the tight pull in her muscles, the dull throb in her limbs are all gone. She sat up abruptly, flexing her fingers, rolling her shoulders. Not even a hint of discomfort remained.
It was remarkable but not entirely surprising. After all, wolves healed fast, their bodies naturally resilient and quick to recover. She supposed she should have expected this, but it still felt good to have healed after the punishment she'd put herself through.
