Amara's POV
As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Caden stirred, his fevered breaths softening into something steadier. I stayed by his side, watching the tension slowly ease from his face. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was a side of him I rarely saw, and it tugged at something deep inside me.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering for a moment longer than they should have. My wolf purred softly in the back of my mind, her warmth washing over me.
He needs us, Amara. Just like we need him.
I pushed the thought aside, my heart too tangled with confusion to process it. Caden had always been a storm—a whirlwind of emotions he tried to keep hidden. But last night, his walls had cracked, letting me see the raw, unfiltered tr
