Kael's POV
The next morning, when I woke up, I didn't get out of bed like before. I continued to lie facing her, closely observing her sleeping face as if carving her image into my mind.
I could barely sleep the entire night. Even in her sleep she was hurting, and I felt her pain. I stayed wide awake to comfort her—whenever she grew distressed, I coaxed her, whispered something to her restless wolf to calm it. In the middle of the night, I even removed the IV drip from her hand as it had run its course.
It was around dawn that she finally grew calm and slept peacefully. Her eyes were still swollen.
When she stirred in her sleep, I didn't move. I wanted to see her reaction. If she glared at me and showed her hate, I wouldn't waver—I would accept it silently.
Her brows knitted as if struggling to wake before her eyes slowly opened. When her vision cleared and settled on me, so close—just an inch apart—her eyes, still red, revealed how much she had cried.
