Morning sunlight crept through the thin blinds, settling in warm stripes across the foot of Celia’s hospital bed. She blinked slowly, her body still heavy with medication and healing, but the world no longer felt blurred around the edges.
Ariadne stirred in her mind, offering her a soft greeting. Celia smiled at hearing her wolf’s voice, relief washing through her.
Lucas was slumped forward in the chair beside her, his arms folded on the mattress. He had clearly refused to leave. His hair was a mess, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and one of his hands still curled around hers, even in sleep.
Celia watched him for a moment. He looked young like this. Exhausted. Fiercely loyal.
A soft knock sounded before the door pushed open. Landon stepped inside with Aurelia at his side and Darcy tra
