Ch. 18 Man In The Mirror

Declan

“Nerve damage?” Kaden questions, scowling as if the words themselves taste bitter. “And he has no idea why your wolf healed all but your legs?”

When I suddenly woke from my weeks long coma to find my legs didn’t work, the doctor chased everyone from my room while he assessed the damage. When he was done, he could only shake his head and take a stab in the dark at why my wolf had been able to rid almost my entire body of the effects of the concentrated wolfsbane I’d inhaled, but my legs remained flaccid, useless. He’d decided it must be damage to my spine, affecting the nerves to my legs, but I know the truth is not so easily explained.

“That was his best guess.” I confirm, allowing him to help me from the hospital bed to the wheelchair. “He said there’s still a chance I could walk again, with time and therapy.”

I say what I know he and everyone else wants to hear, because what else can I say? That a disembodied voice, quite possibly the Moon Goddess herself, came to me in a