Kira's POV
The hospital room feels too small. Too white. Too f*****g sterile for the wild energy still zipping through my veins. I can't stop shaking, and it's not just from the adrenaline crash.
Elena finishes taping the bandage over my forehead, her touch gentle but quick. "That'll heal in a few days," she says. "Werewolf perks."
"Yay," I mumble, trying not to wince. "At least something good comes from this mess."
Damon stands at the window, his shoulders rigid, eyes constantly sweeping the parking lot below. He hasn't left my side since the bunker. Not once. Even when they cleaned the blood off him—some his, most Victor's—he kept me in his sight.
When Elena finally leaves, the silence between us feels heavy. Charged. Like the air before a storm.
"Hey," I reach for his hand, notici
