“What happened to the age-old war between werewolves and hunters?” I whispered, my voice unsteady.
His thumb drifted over the inside of my wrist, warm against my skin.
"You just helped me and my people win a much bigger war tonight, little hunter. I think my ancestors will be all right with that."
A breathless laugh escaped me, softened by the tears burning behind my eyes.
"If you weren't my recovering patient right now, I would have taken you up on that offer."
The corner of his mouth lifted despite the pain etched across his face.
I smiled before I could stop myself.
Resting my free hand against his forehead, I brushed the damp strands of hair away from his face. His skin was still far too warm beneath my palm.
"Rest, Lucan," I murmured, my voice barely louder than a whisper. "Pl
