Thorne’s POV
“Why hasn’t my sight been fully restored?” I growl, lifting my hand in front of my face. A shadowy blur moves where I know my hand should be as I wait for Anders’s answer.
“It’s difficult to tell, but the fact that you can see shadows is a good sign,” he says from my right. When I look up, I see the large blob that is his body.
“It’s not enough,” I hiss, standing. My body sways, still weak from the poison even though it’s been a day and a half. I’ve been having nightmares and dreams about Aurora never returning, and it’s starting to drive me crazy.
Anders sighs and touches my shoulder.
“I understand, but you can’t go running off to save your mate if you can’t see. Need I remind you that when night falls you won’t even be able to see shadows?” Anders asks, and I growl.
