Max sat with his legs crossed in the sofa that was now facing the bed, leaning his chin on his hand while staring at the person lying in his bed. There was something weirdly comforting about watching someone else sleep, hearing their slow, rhythmic heartbeat and deep breaths. But when that person was your mate, and they hadn’t woken up for over three days, those relaxing sounds could turn into the worst kind of torture.
The pack doctor had said that Jamie’s life wasn’t in danger, that he was still unconscious because of the strain his body was put through, especially the unexpected shift after such a long time. They had all said he would be fine, he just needed rest.
Still, Max couldn’t rest. He couldn’t sleep or eat or even think properly until he saw his mate open those eyes. Even fro
