Zeph's POV
I'm so weak as f**k and can't move my bones. Everything about me is paralyzed, like someone's poured concrete into my veins and let it set. Even when I try to get up at the sight of Kestrel standing in the doorway covered in blood, my body betrays me. I groan and fall back on the bed with my muscles screaming in protest.
I watch helplessly as my beta rushes to her and holds her.
She looks like she came out of a horror movie. Her red hair is scattered and falling, covering half of her face in wild, blood-matted tangles. Her hands are dripping in blood and it was not just stained, but actively dripping, leaving a trail of dark drops on the pristine hospital floor.
The clothes she's wearing, my black hoodie and her jeans are soaked with splashes of blood that I can't tell wha
