Eve’s POV
Torches had burned low, their flame threw long and uneasy shadows against the now extremely quiet hallway. Somewhere though, I could still hear the wolves but i wasn’t looking for them neither was I listening for them. I was listening for him…Malik
I found his scent even before I found him, it led me straight to his quarters. The room was half open, the faint glow from a lit torch spilling from his room.
I hesitated for a while before pushing the door open, I wasn’t sure what to expect but I couldn’t just pretend it was all fine.
I found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his elbows on knees, his shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair campy from a recent wash I could tell, despite that, he still looked exhausted.
“Malik…” i called softly.
His head snapped up for a moment I
