"Okay."
"Cal first." She pulled a file toward her. "He's doing remarkably well. The bond with you has stabilized his wolf significantly. He's sleeping through the night. Eating regularly."
Something in my chest eased. "That's good."
"It's excellent. He's ahead of where we expected him to be." She set Cal's file aside, picked up another. "Stone is... more complicated."
I knew that already. I felt it every day through the bond.
"The memories are surfacing faster than we anticipated," Rae continued. "Neal is working with him on integration techniques, but it's slow going. The trauma is extensive."
"I know."
"He's not regressing," she said carefully. "But he's not progressing either. He's holding steady. For now, that's enough."
I nodded. Holding steady. It felt like the most any of us could hope for.
"Gray is our surprise success story." Rae's expression softened slightly. "You remember him? The gray wolf who shifted briefly?"
"Well, we've started calling him Gray—he responds to it now. He's made remarkable progress in the last two weeks. Starting to communicate. Following simple commands. Yesterday he let Neal touch his shoulder without flinching."
"That's amazing."
"It is." She set Gray's file aside. "The other three are more concerning."
She spread three files across the desk. I didn't know these wolves as well. But their files were thick. Detailed. Full of notes and observations and careful documentation of trauma.
"Two are stable but static. No progress, but no decline." Rae tapped the third file. "This one is regressing."
"Regressing how?"
"Increased aggression. Last week he snapped at one of the staff." Her jaw tightened. "We need to do something before he slides further."
"What are you thinking?"
"A run." She leaned back in her chair. "A supervised outing. Let the wolves stretch their legs, reconnect with their instincts in a controlled environment."
"All of them?"
"Cal, Stone, and Gray for certain. The other two if they're stable enough. The regressing one—we'll see." She studied me. "I'd want you there. Your presence seems to calm them."
"When?"
"End of the week, if we can arrange the logistics."
I nodded. A run. Open air. Space to breathe. Maybe it would help Stone too. Give him something to focus on besides the memories clawing at his mind.
Rae was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "There's one more thing."
I waited.
"Silas wants to resume your vision sessions."
I tensed. Couldn't help it.
Rae noticed. Of course she did.
"I know you have been through a lot," she said gently. "He just wants to help."
