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It wasn't hard to read the tension on the other woman's face, but there was nothing the healer could do to offer Ayame any peace of mind about the conversation. It wasn't going to be easy, regardless, even if it wasn't what Ayame suspected. Any reassurance she offered might tip her off, and Lucy...

Even in the short time that she had been in their care, Ayame had undergone a considerable change. It was obvious there was still fear and worry (a lifetime abuse could not be undone in just a week), but with her eating regular meals and keeping company with, at minimum, Lucy, she was starting...

Over the past week, Harley would come in to check on the patient, but most of his updates came via Lucy. He never spent too much time, acutely aware of her discomfort at her presence. Usually, he brought breakfast and sat eating his food with the newspaper until he'd finished, whether or not...

Even though Ayame couldn't see it, Lucy shook her head. "No one would say you're being ungrateful. You're healing. That's going to come with some... moments like this," she gave the bowl that the poor girl had thrown up in a light tap. "Nothing to apologize for. It's clear you've been through...

Lucy turned her attention away from Harley to attend to her patient, but he beat her to it, helping to turn her toward the bowl, and rubbing small circles on her back. "You're okay," he promised. "I really think it's best if you leave," Lucy insisted, tone firm. Harley may have not done...

Lucy glanced up at Harley's entrance and gave a slight shake of her head. He did not need to be in here right now. "She needs some more rest," she insisted. "Is there anything I can do?" He offered, tone gentle. Straightening up, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do either of you need...

Lucy gave her a pat on the shoulder, rubbing a soothing circle. "That's okay. We don't have to call anyone; I just wanted to make sure there was no one you wanted to reach out to." If it wasn't clear before, it was now. Ayame hadn't escaped strangers; the people who hurt her were the ones who...

"Nothing to apologize for," Lucy shook her head. It was a hard guess to figure out what this girl had been through, but if she felt the need to apologize for being sick... Well, poor thing was at least in a better place for the time being. "Is there anyone we should call? Family, maybe?" It was...

Lucy was prepared with a bedpan, as soon as Ayame rolled, she thrust it under and ran a soothing hand down her back before pulling her hair over her shoulder. "No need to thank me." It was common decency to care for your fellow wolf. Besides, Lucy had been like her once. "I'm surprised that...

Lucy nodded, giving Ayame another pat on the hand. "Certainly, child. Give me just a moment." She gave her hand a gentle squeeze and exited the room, returning just a few minutes later with the needed medicine. "Here you are, dear." She slid it into Ayame's hands, wrapping her fingers around the...

Lucy gave the other hand a little pat. "Nothing needed from you, although I do ask that you at least consider staying here until you're rested and healed up properly." She could see that being around people made the other woman uncomfortable and it would not surprise Lucy if she opted to leave...

Even though Ayame couldn't see her, Lucy shrugged a shoulder. "That's just the kind of person Harley is." Tapping a finger on her thigh, she tried to think of a way to explain. "Harley is a firm believer in karmic forces. What goes around comes around; the things that you put out into the world...

She smiled, her voice gentle. "A pleasure to meet you, Ayame." Then she was gone. About ten minutes later she returned. Setting a tray down on the bedside table, she announced that she would be sitting on the edge of the bed beside Ayame again. She sat, checking on the dressings of her wounds...

Lucy blinked as Ayame burst into tears. What an ordeal the poor thing must have been through. "Yes," she soothed. "You can leave anytime you like, or you can stay, but we're not going to make you go anywhere." She smoothed down the blankets and sat up. "I'm going to go get you some more soup; I...

The healer's touch was gentle, and she warned Ayame before doing anything. "I'm going to take your hand now," she'd say and then waited for approval from Ayame before doing so. "Going to put my hand on your back to get you up, there you are." Once Ayame was situated, she glanced at the bowl and...

He nodded in confirmation. "Safe," he promised in a low voice. Frowning a little as she snatched her hand away, Harley took the hint and took a few steps back. "The soup is here," he tapped the side table where the bowl was to get her attention. "I'm going to step out and send a healer in to...

When she started to stir, Harley sat up, moving slowly to her side. "You're alright," he said, voice calm as he crouched beside her bed to kneel on the floor. Now that she was awake, he could see that her eyes couldn't focus on anything. She was blind. It made sense, possibly, why her pack had...

Afterward, Wyatt regretted his hasty choice in mate. It was still better than Ayame -- anything was at this point, honestly -- but he'd been blinded by hormones and rage, and now he was stuck with... Cassandra. She could barely hold a conversation, and now this was his mate for life. The...

Ignoring the call and tug that demanded he go to his mate, Wyatt focused on the woman that now lay before him. She was pretty. Given a chance, he might have picked her for his mate, but now? She just happened to be the first woman in his path when he realized what was happening. It could have...

The scent permeated the area. It was strong, intoxicating and Wyatt wanted nothing more than to find the source. He had a deep, burning need to meet his mate. It had never really bothered him before that he hadn't come across her. Not everyone met their mate, if they weren't around during heat...