WREN'S POV
The soft light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and orange. My body still ached, and my head throbbed faintly as I adjusted against the pillows. The events of my abduction replayed in my mind like a cruel echo, but I pushed the thoughts away when I felt the bed shift beside me.
Hunter sat at the edge, his amber eyes watching me intently. The weight of his gaze was grounding yet filled with something else—concern, maybe? Love?
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “How are you feeling?”
I nodded slowly, reaching for my notepad. After scribbling a quick message, I handed it to him. "Better, thanks to you. You never left my side."
“I never will,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile. Then his expression grew serious. “
