~Third Person~
Devon shifts in bed, the pain coursing through him. His wolf, Seff, is laid up in his head, whimpering. The door opens, and Kyla walks in.
Devon attempts a smile, but the pain is too much. Kyla rushes to his side, grasping his hand between hers. “Baby, you're awake!” He nods, letting his eyes roam over her face. Her distress is evident; it's the same distress written all over his niece's face.
Akia comes to his free side and wraps her hands around his arm. She leans down, letting her head rest on his upper arm. “Uncle D, I was so worried.”
“Wwww… worried about me?” His throat is dry, causing his voice to come out rougher than intended. Kyla rushes to get his cup of water, holding the straw to his lips. The cool liquid glides down, soothing his throat in the best way.
