Chapter 64: Finding Purpose
Lily winced as she pushed herself up from the bed. Her body still ached from the lashing she’d received days ago, but she couldn’t stand another moment of lying around doing nothing. The sun streamed through the window of her new room—the one adjacent to Zayn’s—reminding her that the day was already half gone.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Martha rushed over, her weathered face creased with concern. “You need more rest, child.”
“Martha’s right,” Talia said, entering the room with fresh bandages. “Those wounds need more time to heal.”
Lily shook her head firmly. The title of Luna had been thrust upon her, and she refused to be useless. She made quick hand gestures, explaining that she felt well enough to get up.
“You’re as stubborn as they come,” Martha sighed, helping Lily into a simple blue dress. “Your body heals slower than others. You know this.”
Lily nodded but continued getting ready. She winced again as she brushed her hair, the movement pulling at the healing wounds on her back.
Talia stepped forward. “Let me help with that.” She took the brush from Lily’s hand and gently worked through the tangles. “If you’re determined to get up today, at least let us take care of these bandages first.”
Lily sat still as Talia changed her dressings. The wounds were healing, but slowly—a stark reminder of her wolfless nature. Normal werewolves would have healed completely by now.
“Where are you planning to go?” Martha asked, folding Lily’s nightclothes.
Lily pointed toward the door and made a series of gestures.
“She wants to see Zayn,” Martha translated for Talia. “She thinks he might have tasks for her.”
Talia shook her head. “Lily, you should focus on healing.”