Phoebe's POV
"Accidentally hit a mirror?" Helen lifted her gaze toward me. What kind of explanation was that? But she didn't press the issue further while treating my wound.
During the healing process, she seemed to notice something. She couldn't sense my wolf spirit.
"My lady, this might sound intrusive, but could you tell me why I can't feel your wolf spirit?" Helen chose her words with care.
I pressed my lips together. My first instinct was to keep quiet, and Helen seemed to sense this, choosing not to push. But then I reconsidered and gave her the condensed version.
"A shifter's first transformation is an extremely delicate time." Helen's expression softened with understanding. "I'm sorry you had to endure that."
"Don't be." I couldn't stand her pity—it made me squirm—so I looked away.
We sat in silence after that, until she finished with my wound and wrapped my hand in tight bandages. The healer instructed me to keep the wound dry and return tomorrow for a fresh dressing.
