Thoren
The door clicked shut behind the doctor, and for a moment, there was only silence.
No beeping.
No voices.
No breath, it seemed.
Just the low hum of dread tightening its claws around my throat.
I stood by her bedside, looking down at the woman who owned every single piece of my heart and soul. The woman I loved beyond reason.
Her skin was too pale. Her pulse—a trembling thread beneath my fingertips. That mark on her neck, Tobias’s mark, looked wrong on her. Like something rotting where there should’ve been bloom.
I reached out. My hand hovered near the space where my own mark should have gone. Should have always gone.
I could fix this. I could give her a bond strong enough to burn out the rot, anchor her wolf, bring her back to me. I was her fated mate. The connection was al
