POV: Chloe
His breathing was still ragged. But it was slowing. I sat on the edge of the bed and covered his hand with mine, and I talked, about nothing, about the banquet, about a ridiculous thing Marcus had said at the office last week
I felt the tension in him gradually, painfully, begin to release. Behind me, I was distantly aware of Tristan doing something I'd never done before and couldn't fully process.
It was a shift, partial and controlled, the Alpha wolf surfacing to press its authority against Ethan's unstable one. The room felt different when he did it. It felt denser, like weather before lightning.
When I turned briefly to look, I understood why the nurse had backed against the wall. Two wolves. Two enormous, beautiful, devastatingly powerful wolves, one silver-grey and b
