Calder’s POV
Evelynn slept - if you could call that shivering, shallow breathing sleep.
We’d pulled the ruined curtains down and laid them over her for warmth. A pathetic substitute for blankets, but the packhouse was half a corpse and had nothing better to offer.
Her skin was pale as moon ash. Lips cracked. Faint tremors rippled through her muscles every few minutes, each one stabbing through the bond like a blade.
My wolf paced in circles inside me, frantic and furious. “She shouldn’t feel pain alone. Stay close. Stay closer.”
I already was.
Hell, all four of us were.
Rafe sat on one side of the bed, fingers wrapped around her wrist like he was physically willing her pulse to stay steady.
Jaxon had positioned himself at the foot of the bed, knees bouncing, eyes snapping toward ev
