Albert
The quiet hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the spacious bedroom, other than the soft rustle of bedsheets when I turned over for the umpteenth time.
Emon’s steady breathing from the other side of the bed should have been soothing, comforting even, but I felt like the silence pressed against my ribs, making it harder to breathe.
I knew that my body was getting better and better and that was why I was able to move so much. I wondered how I hadn't woken up Emon yet.
After a long while, I sat up, carefully, so as not to wake him. Moonlight bled through the curtains, painting the room in silver. It was the kind of light that usually brought peace to my wolf. But not tonight.
My body had mostly healed, thanks to time, rest, and Emon’s relentless care. But my heart was ano
