Viola’s POV:
I take one last bite of my chicken casserole, before setting aside my fork and swinging my legs off the hospital bed. Kyle is busy folding up my clothes and packing them into the overnight bag. I see him throw in some of the box juices that I like so much. That is Kyle, the sweetest, most caring wolf I have ever met. I have been in hospital for a week now and all he has done is pander to my every need. From late night make-out sessions, to tucking me in when I fall asleep, to helping me get dresses and even playing board games with me at night when I can’t sleep. I smile at how delicately he handles all my things.
Kyle is my mate. A shiver of pleasure runs up my toes and ends at the mark on my neck, making me bring my fingers to hold it.
“Is it hurting you again?” Kyle a
