Ivy
I spent the majority of the day in the infirmary, waiting for my wolf healing to kick in enough for me to get back on my feet. After many hours, some fairly tasty rabbit stew, and having the majority of my bandages removed, I hobbled my way up the stairs, back to our room. Aneet had wanted me to stay overnight, but my lungs had healed and, even if my breaks weren’t all fully repaired, I’d rather spend the night with my mate than in a big cold room filled with strangers. Of course, there was also the matter that I hadn’t heard a word from Khason since he’d gone to see Dahms. The constant, warm, pulsing tug in the centre of my being told me that he was alive. But I was still unsettled by his radio silence. I didn’t dare mind link him, in case he was in a situation where he needed to con
