L E I L A N I
Fenrir was discharged the next day. The doctor was still baffled by his rapid recovery, but he couldn't argue with the results.
The gash on his forehead was already healing, a faint pink line the only evidence of the deep wound. He was still weak, but he was alive. And he was coming home.
Lyra and I were waiting for him in the living room when he arrived. He was walking, but he was leaning on Kael, a tall and muscular werewolf with a serious face. His beta.
Fenrir looked pale, but his eyes were clear. When he saw me, a small smile touched his lips.
"Hey," he said, his voice still a little raspy.
"Hey," I said, walking over to him. "You look like hell."
He chuckled, making my heart skip. "I feel like it."
Kael helped him to the couch, and I sat down beside him, my he
