Dane’s POV
The sun had already started sinking beyond the western ridge when I finally decided I’d waited long enough.
I’d spent half the day pacing the manor, my patience thinning with every heartbeat that wasn’t hers. The pull between us was maddening, faint but constant, like an invisible thread tugging at my chest no matter where I went.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, whispering her name in the back of my mind.
Donna.
I told myself it was curiosity. That I only wanted to make sure she’d recovered, to see with my own eyes that the healers hadn’t missed something.
But the truth burned deeper, I wanted to see if that bond would still stir between us when I looked into her eyes again.
Mother’s words had lingered all afternoon. Let her breathe, Dane. Don’t rush her.
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