#Chapter 167: A Silent Understanding

Aria The pain in my shoulder had dulled from a sharp, stabbing agony to a persistent throb by that evening. Dr. Edward insisted that I stay in bed, but the moment he left me, I started to move. I winced as I pulled a loose sweater over my head, careful to avoid jostling my bandaged shoulder. The wound was healing—werewolf regeneration ensuring I wouldn’t be out of commission for long—but the area around the entry point remained tender. Every movement sent a spasm of discomfort through my left side. “What are you doing?” I turned to find Darren standing in the doorway to our bedroom in the pack house where they’d moved me earlier, his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was still damp from his shower, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. “Getting dressed,” I replied, reaching for my pants with my good arm. “You’re supposed to be resting.” Darren crossed the room in quick strides. “Dr. Edward was clear—” “Dr. Edward isn’t responsible for an ent