As daylight washed over Jethro’s territory, it shone on everything in its path and offered a bright atmosphere. A striking contrast to the true disposition of almost everyone within the grounds.
Everyone seemed to be recovering from the battles of the previous day. Lives had been lost, and they were in mourning. The biggest question on everybody’s mind now was whether their Alpha would survive.
Rashel sat hunched in the chair beside Jethro’s bed. Her fingers were wrapped tight around the armrests as her nails dug into the soft leather. She had sat there all night, just the way she did now, watching him breathe, counting each rise and fall of his chest, and willing him to open his eyes. As if by thinking it, it would make him whole again.
Outside that room, the world went on. Duties were
