Vorian’s POV
Damn it all to hell this pain is unreal. Waking up in this useless hospital bed, tethered to beeping machines like some invalid, makes my blood boil. I don’t have time for this. My pack needs me.
“Kavira!” I reached out through the mind link, but she didn’t respond immediately. I was about to try again when the door swung open and she walked in.
She never fails to steal my breath. Even now, smeared with blood, she’s flawless. “What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Calm down,” she said. “You burned through the sedatives faster than they expected, but the bullet’s out and you’re stitched up. You’ll be walking fine by tomorrow. Your healing is top-notch wish I had that.” She tried to make light of it, but I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
“Did we lose anyone? How many prisoners? And
