Sloane's POV
I found Epoch curled up in bed, trembling with pain.
A bolt of lightning lit up the room, casting his body into sharp relief through the window—he was shaking uncontrollably.
In that moment, his tall, strong frame looked as though all the strength had been drained from it. He was curled up tightly, looking frail and helpless.
"Epoch!" I gasped, rushing to his side in alarm.
"How are you feeling? Do you need to see a healer?" The words flew out of my mouth instinctively.
But damn it. Right after I said it, I remembered we weren't in a werewolf territory right now. There were no healers here.
And the world's most skilled werewolf healer was Epoch himself.
I wrapped my arms around him, desperate to give him warmth, to ground him with my presence.
But Epoch flinched away.
