Sansa's POV
I wasn't going to be the weakling Koa called me.
I was Chelly Morgan. Whether or not I was in the body of an omega, never in my life had I been called a weakling—and I refused to start now.
I knew I still had it in me. This wasn't just empty talk or some form of procrastination. I just had to keep trying.
So I tried my best to wake up early today without anyone doing it for me or getting drenched in water.
I finished dressing and was staring into the small mirror when I noticed my split lip had healed.
Father's slap had torn it open last night.
Or could it have been Koa's presence that healed it? I wondered.
Usually, when my wolf surfaced in my mind, my body healed faster.
But I had been too deep in my feelings last night to notice any changes.
After taking a few deep breaths and whispering words of affirmation I hoped would calm my nerves, I prepared to leave the room.
That was when I noticed the other bed was empty.
Lisa still wasn't here.
