Liora Ashwin
I slept for too long. When I first woke up, he wasn’t by my side. Not that I had expected him to be, but just this little part hoped he would. But there was no one. Helene gave me some herbs and, without delay, I slept again.
Waking up this time, it was already noon. The curtains were drawn, letting sunlight penetrate their glow. Helene’s two assistants were gone, leaving her alone, seated in the coffee area and watching the pack whine time away.
The room was quiet, with a faint linger of his scent. He hadn’t come to see me in hours. That thought alone made my wolf whimper. She was hurt, and I pitied her. In a twisted way of hers, she had hoped to wake up in his arms, to watch him panic at the thought of her in danger. But I knew better. We were only a weapon in his hands,
