Chapter 42 That bastard

Liya's POV

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" I asked my mother as I peeked into her room once again with the slice of cake I'd brought for her as dessert.

Mother was propped up on the bed in the small chambers that had been assigned to her by Connor. Three months of living in a pack devoid of fear and abuse had done her so much good that she looked better than I ever remembered. Her sunken cheeks were filling back up slowly, and she had an overall healthier glow.

"I'm sure, Liya," she smiled. "I'm okay. You've done enough already. You should head down to the training ground. Isn't that due in five minutes?"

I shrugged, waving off her concern. "I'll meet up. For now I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," Mother protested with a laugh. "Seriously, go."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

I pretended to shut the door fully, but peeked through the hinges as I watched her slowly climb into the bed and rest her head against the bed frame. Although healthier than when we first joined