He Signed My Freedom Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 18
The registrar simply marked my confidentiality level and informed me that if Highridge requested my address, they would need my written consent first.
After that, the Tidewatch treatment center re-examined my leg. The Healers here didn’t tell me that werewolves should just endure pain, nor did they advise me to return to my mate to recover faster. They created a rehabilitation plan, recorded every flare-up of pain, and allowed Ember to attempt partial shifting at her own pace.
The first time I tried, I only managed to let claws show at my fingertips before the pain in my right leg brought a cold sweat to my skin.
Ember didn’t grow irritable at the failure. She sent me the sound of the tide and stayed with me until the spasm passed. We were both relearning the same thing: my body didn’t need to recover so it could keep serving a family. It deserved care simply because it was mine.
I rented a storefront on a quiet street in the old town and opened a bookstore called Moonleaf.
It wasn’t large, but it had excellent light. There was a bedroom upstairs, and when I pushed open the window, I could hear the sea. My leg hadn’t fully healed, so during renovations I could only move slowly with a cane, but every floorboard and every lamp was something I chose for myself.
The deposit came from the private trust the Hart family had left me. I didn’t touch any Luna compensation, nor did I accept the temporary position Tidewatch offered me out of pity.Â