Kyra's POV
I had packed my things and was waiting for my driver to help me get my luggage when a loud thud echoed from the kitchen. My forehead creased as I looked at the kitchen entrance. The light wasn't on, but my wolf-enhanced hearing picked up ragged breathing.
"Nathan?" I called cautiously.
"Kels..." His voice mumbled my name and I immediately pressed the light switch.
There sat the Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, knees drawn to his chest, fingers tangled in his dark hair. He recoiled from the light like a wounded animal.
"The light... please..."
Without saying a word, I dimmed the light and I walked towards him. I sat beside him and held onto his knees.
“Is your head aching?”
He nodded. “Hmm.”
“I’ll get your medicine—”
He nodded weakly. When I moved to fetch more medicine, his hand shot out with werewolf speed, pulling me against his sweat-drenched chest. His forehead dropped onto my bare shoulder—right where he'd never placed his mating mark.
