Kiss
“Will you be healed in two weeks?” I ask when Daniel sits on the bed, leaning against the backboard. I had taken a quick shower and wore his shirt, too big on me. I sat cross-legged at the foot of his bed, braiding my hair. Seeing him like this made me question if he'd be able to fight and what that would mean for the pack. Everyone had told me not to worry but how could I not when it was my fate not he line too? “Yes. Not like there's a choice”, he says. I frown, the answer doesn't ease my mind at all. He sees this and continues, “Really, I'll be back to normal soon.” “How are you so calm, are you so sure you'll win?” I press him. Daniel and the whole pack seemed to be so relaxed about the situation. He looked calm but now I felt some dread through the bond. He didn't want to fight and
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