“Luna, do you think she’ll be all right?”
Kylian’s voice was barely above a whisper. Julia looked up from her seat beside Mira’s hospital bed.
They had been inside Silver Fang’s pack hospital for nearly an hour. The healers had already examined Mira, cleaned and treated the wounds on her back, and assured them that she would make a full recovery.
Yet Kylian had not moved from his mate’s side.
He sat in a chair beside her bed, holding her hand between both of his. Every few moments, he would glance at her face, hoping to see her eyes open.
When she remained unconscious, his expression would tighten again.
“Kylian,” Julia said gently, “you heard what the healer told us. Mira is going to be fine.”
Kylian looked down at his mate.
“I know.”
But the uncertainty in his voice told Julia t
