Now she just needed to make positive Tryson was okay. She did not like the way he looked.
"Don't worry," he stated round a mouthful of food. "They'll give me some powders that will ease the pain. I'm only shaky because of that."
Shaky? He Was shaking too?
She appeared at his hand, one preserving the plate flat, the different attaining for some other strip of the meat—and certain enough, it trembled as he folded the meat round one of the strips of dried fruit.
"Tryson !" she gasped, alarmed. "We need to get you laying down!"
He grimaced and took some other bite, wincing as the healer started wrapping his ribs. "Not yet," he said. "Your strength as Alpha will, at least in part, be counted on mine as your mate. We're a unit now, Diane . I cannot let them see that I'm weak. We're going t
