I don’t know if I fell asleep again or was just hovering between the fuzzy comfort of Ezra wrapped around me. But I slowly came back to a clearer reality where I felt refreshing relief.
I squeezed him tightly and looked up. He was awake, his eyes penetrating over his stoic face. He silently brushed some of my tear-matted hair away from my face.
“Can you fill me in, please?” I was surprised that wasn’t my first demand, but his presence distracted me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
I could focus on the future with a slightly clearer head now that I had shed some of that heavy lingering weight of grief.
His calloused fingertips trailed over my back. “Not as bad as I’m sure you’re thinking.” He eyed me. “The werecats have not entered the packhouse. They are waiting for you.”
I sat up a b
