Chapter 11
Aden fought to wake up, weary of his morphine-addled dreams where Oliver stood over his inert form with the head of a wolf and the body of a man. Darren played a part as well, a silver streak that darted in and around them, finally beating Oliver back with a whisper and a howl. When Darren descended to Aden’s side, Aden struggled to get away, but his muscles refused to obey his commands, leaden and sore. He braced for the burn the silver always brought, but even that was not as it was in the real world. Where Darren touched, heat flamed all right, but not the kind that hurt. His was the kind that warmed Aden through.
He opened his eyes to the dim light of his bedroom at the reserve. His body ached, the stitches tender. Darren was molded over his back, his face buried in the fu
