(Kael)
Three days of quiet. Three days of waiting for Magnus to attack again.
Three days of barely sleeping. Barely eating. Always waiting for the mind link to open with news of another assault.
But nothing came. No attacks. No movement from Silverpeak. Just silence.
That silence is worse than fighting. At least in battle I know what's happening. I can see the enemy. I can fight back.
This waiting is torture.
I'm in the medical wing checking on Rowan. He's sitting up in bed. The wrapping on his forelegs is gone. His ribs are healed enough that he can breathe without pain.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Ready to fight."
"Dr. Monroe said you need another day of rest."
"I've rested enough. Three days. My bones are healed. My ribs are set. I can shift without pain. I'm ready."
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