Ezra
It had been two nights since I brought food to her.
Two damn nights, and yet I could still feel the ghost of her hand resting in mine like a brand seared into my skin. I don’t know what I expected after that. Relief? Release? But yes, I felt calmer. The storm in my chest that was swirling for weeks, and was threatening to consume me and my wolf, had oddly become quiet.
So when the healers came that night, I’d finally allowed them to patch up my wounds. Strangely as they patched up my wounds, I wasn’t burning from the inside out anymore. The bruises which silver chains left on me, felt bearable. They slathered my skin with herbs that produced a burning sensation, they stitched my skin on my legs and wrists, but I took it all easily because Shade was quiet and surprisingly satisfie
