Kane and I spent virtually the next day together. I was still worried sick about him though a rational part of my mind told me that he was recovering from the injury very quickly. I had gotten the details of how he sustained the injury from several members of his pack who had accompanied him to war. Kane had kept on fighting even when he had lost a whole lot of blood. He had not even bothered to staunch the flow of blood. Perhaps if he had, the wound would not have laid him back so much.
He still looked very pale as I looked at him. The early morning sun streaming in through the window of his room did not flatter his color. His eyes were closed and he was taking a catnap. I had offered to draw the curtains but he had insisted on leaving them open.
"I want to have a feel of the outdoors,
