Amara’s POV
Three days. Since the battle had torn through the Silverclaw border like wildfire, that is. For as bloods have discharged into the earth. Because even though I’d lost, I’d won.
The infirmary air was heavy with herbs, blood and unanswered questions. I stood next to Kael, the only indication of aliveness being the steady breathing of his chest. His injuries were taking longer to heal than they would a typical Alpha– which scared the s**t out of me more than I’d admit out loud.
Now they murmured when I walked by—pack members who brushed past me, sneering about the “Omega Orphan”. Their eyes followed me in wonder… and terror. It was hard to say which chicken I was closest to becoming.
"You need to sleep," Kael whispered hoarsely, his gold eyes skimming open.
A breath caugh
