Third Person POV
Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her vision adjusting to the dim light in the room. The first thing she saw was Hunter, his face hovering above hers, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His dark eyes were warm, filled with something she didn’t dare name.
“How are you, little mate?” he asked, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
She blinked, taking a moment to register everything. Her body ached, but nothing felt broken or seriously wounded.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, her voice scratchy from disuse. “How long was I out?”
Hunter brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
“Almost two days, little mate.”
Her eyes widened in shock. Two days? That explained the bone-deep exhaustion still clinging to her. Outs
