Charis
I didn't want to think too much of it, but something felt strange with me.
I felt weaker than usual, and my dormant wolf was more restless than it had ever been since I arrived here.
I was gasping for breath by the time I arrived at Kael's living quarters, and a strange warmth fluttered in my chest at the thought of seeing him again.
When I got to his door, I adjusted the heat-care kit in my arms and gently turned the doorknob.
Inside, the room was slightly dim, and the curtains were drawn with only light coming from the overhead reading lamp hanging over Kael's table. Kael himself was hunched over his desk with books spread open on every inch of the table surface.
His elbows were resting on the table, arms bracketing his small notepad that he seemed to carry everywhere, and he was asleep. His body had somehow managed to support itself from completely collapsing onto the desk. He looked exhausted.
