KATHERINE POV
The sky was bleeding into dawn when I finally stepped away from Keegan’s bed. His chart was in my hands, vitals steady, his heartbeat calm and strong.
The blood test had just come back.
Clean.
Not a trace of wolfsbane or tranquilizers. Whatever they’d given him—whatever poison or drug they’d used to knock out a beast like him—his Alpha genes had burned it right out of his system. His healing factor was insane, almost supernatural.
Or maybe...
“It was your tears," Hator whispered inside my head, almost smug. "You cried for him. You bled pain. And my magic responded."
I still wasn’t used to having that kind of power.
The thought that my desperation—my need—could’ve pulled him back from the edge was almost too much to process.
But I wasn’t going to complain.
If my love
