Kestrel's POV
Something is wrong and I know it. I can feel it in my bones, in the way the mate bond keeps flickering like a candle about to go out, in the way my wolf won't stop pacing anxiously in my mind. She's whimpering and scratching, begging me to find our mate, to make sure he's okay. But I'm stuck in this bed with bandages covering half my body and pain shooting through me every time I move.
When Calista walks in carrying a tray of food, I sit up despite the protest from my ribs. She's wearing a soft pink sweater and jeans, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looks tired, like she hasn't slept much either.
"Hey," she says with a gentle smile, setting the tray on the nightstand. "I brought you some soup. The doctor said you need to eat to help with the healing."
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