Grayson's POV
The smell of the infirmary always made my stomach turn, yet, I was here.
Standing by the far wall with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching the rise and fall of Celine's chest. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and the way her fingers occasionally twitched made my wolf pace restlessly behind my ribs.
Beside the bed, Brandon was still holding Celine's hand, his thumb tracing her knuckles in a way that I knew was purely about monitoring the bond, but it looked wrong anyways.
Zachary was by the window, staring out at the grounds. He hadn't spoken a word since we left Desiree in the hall. We had all felt the shift in the bond, the way her heart had spiked with hurt physically burning through our chest.
Nobody was willing to talk about it and I just
