Avery’s POV
For the next few days I never left my mother’s side. Her stay in the Rogue King’s dungeon had left her weak, malnourished, and had aged in ways that were harrowing to see. I had faith in the pack’s healers, and my presence seemed to provide some measure of relief, whether from my healing magic or just the joy on my mother’s face when she saw me next to her bed.
“You do not need to be here,” she patted my hand, as I settled in with a mug of tea to return to my vigil my her bedside.
“And where else would I be?” I asked, acerbically, “You are my mother, and I would like to think that you need me.”
“Ah, but doesn’t he need you as well?” She raised her eyebrows meaningfully and I sighed. While I loved her, and was overjoyed that she had been returned to me, I hadn’t missed her
