Riley ate dinner alone before retreating to her room. She took a long, hot shower, then dried her hair and braided it back from her face. Slipping into a pair of soft shorts and a T-shirt, she lay down on her bed.
The ache in her head and chest had worsened since dinner, and she was starting to feel truly sick again. Still, she did her best to ignore it. She didn’t want to bother Kent at the training academy. He’d been practically radiating stress at the hospital. She knew his focus had to be on protecting the pack.
But she also knew she couldn’t keep putting this off. The illness wasn’t going away. She thought about what Alma had said: she couldn’t survive without Kent, just as he wouldn’t survive without her.
There really was no reason to keep pushing him away. There was nothing left
