*Freesia*
The room is quiet now, the sounds of the pack
replaced by a heavy stillness that wraps around us like a shroud. The only sound is Raze's labored breathing, each rise and fall of his chest a stark reminder of the battle he’s fighting within. I sit beside him, the cool cloth in my hands dampened by his fever, and I can feel the heat radiating from him like an inferno. It terrifies me, but I know from Torren that it is normal for werewolves to run a high fever when healing, especially bad injuries..
I lean closer, my heart pounding as I brush the damp cloth over his forehead again. “Raze,” I whisper softly, holding his hand in mine, feeling the warmth of his skin against my cool fingers. “You need to wake up. I’m here. I need you to fight.” My voice trembles slightly, but I push
