Hunter’s POV
I must have dozed off.
The rhythmic hum of machines and soft rain tapping against the window formed a lullaby too quiet to fight. One moment I was watching the rise and fall of her chest, the next—darkness.
But something stirred in me.
A whisper of movement. A brush of something gentle. Barely there. But it was enough.
My wolf snapped to attention first, and a heartbeat later, I felt it—her.
My eyes flew open.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming.
Her gaze met mine across the dim infirmary. The warm, golden lights made her skin look like moonlight woven into flesh. Her lashes were wet—maybe from rain, maybe from tears, I didn’t know. Her eyes, those soft gray-blue eyes that had haunted me since the Moon Ball, were finally open.
And they were looking straight at m
