THIRD PERSON POV
The warmth of dawn spilled into the infirmary, casting a golden glow over the small room where Amelia rested.
The sterile scent of the healer’s salves lingered in the air, but the tension from the night before had finally begun to ease.
Liam stretched out in the chair by her bed, his feet propped up on the edge as he lazily twirled a pen he had stolen from the healer’s desk.
His blond hair was slightly mussed, and his usual easy grin had returned.
Killian, by contrast, was perched on the windowsill, his arms crossed as he gazed out at the pack grounds.
His brooding silence was familiar but no less comforting to Amelia, who watched the two of them with a mixture of gratitude and exasperation.
“You know,” she said, her voice still a little raspy but laced with humo
