Elara's POV~
The hospital room was silent except for the constant beep of the monitor keeping track of my father’s heartbeat. I sat next to his bed, my hand laid lightly on his, his skin warm but too pale still. Not that he was awake yet, but the doctors and Mara, had assured us he was healing. The poison was out, and the bullet wound healed by his werewolf ability and Mara’s expertise. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, the relief fighting with the fear that wouldn’t just go. He’d been so close to death, and the thought of losing him — losing the father I’d struggled so hard to save in this new life — made my throat hard.
I pulled the blanket up over him, wrapping it around his shoulders, my hands moving slowly and deliberately. Each second I spent here, taking care of him, was a mini triumph, a rebellion against the death that was attempting to steal him away from me. But as I smoothed the fabric, my mind wandered to Damien. I couldn’t stop thinking about him — his determinat
