His head lifted immediately. “Luna.” His voice was steady, but his eyes… they looked tired. And Cole never looked tired.
He tried to sit up straighter, out of respect. I raised a hand automatically. “No, don’t. Please. Stay how you are.”
Only then did he relax back into the pillows.
I moved closer, stopping beside his bed. “How are you feeling?”
He huffed a breath. “I’ve had better days.”
I tried to smile, but my chest tightened. He wasn’t healing fast enough. At least, not the way a wolf should after hours. With the treatment, he should be up and pacing the floor by now.
“May I?” I asked quietly, nodding toward the bandaged wound.
“Of course,” he said immediately. “You don’t need to ask me.
Up close, the wrongness was even worse. His skin was pale, the bandages across his abdomen
