The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 53: Hi mate

Zaliver’s gaze locked with mine while he spoke to the doctor in a low, serious tone. His expression was unreadable, hard lines carved into his face like stone. I tried to read him, tried to silently ask for answers with just a look, but his eyes slid away. That familiar pang of frustration twisted in my chest. Why wouldn’t anyone just tell me what was going on?

I swung my feet over the side of the hospital bed and let them dangle, kicking at the sterile air. I wasn’t broken. I didn’t feel sick, at least not in the normal sense. That sudden overwhelming heaviness that came after Zaliver left earlier had hit me out of nowhere. At first, I thought it was just the ache of missing him. Then it turned sharp, like my insides were being ripped apart by invisible claws.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I needed to shift more often. But it didn’t explain the intensity of the pain. It didn’t explain the silence from my wolf, either. I tried to reach her, but everything felt foggy, like she was just out of reach, dulled behind a thick haze. Probably the medication they’d pumped into me. I needed it out of my system before I could even think of communicating with her properly.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Zaliver standing in front of me until I looked up and there he was. Close. Too close.

His blue eyes studied me in that unnerving way of his. I glanced over his shoulder and noticed the doctor and nurse making a quick exit. I scrambled off the bed, determined to catch them and demand answers, but my legs gave out underneath me. My body felt like jelly.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist, steadying me before I hit the floor. My palms landed on his shoulders for support.

"Whoa," I muttered, dazed.

"Easy, Luna," Zaliver murmured near my ear. "You’ve been out for a few days. Your body’s still catching up."

A few days? My eyes widened. That couldn’t be right. That meant, oh Goddess, sponge baths.

Dr. Leonard’s polite expression cracked for just a second, slipping into unease as his eyes flicked nervously to Zaliver behind me. His voice stuttered out a parting sentence, and then he practically fled, dragging the nurse with him. But before the door closed, I caught sight of him gripping his temple like something had pressed hard against the inside of his skull, then released. I recognized that look. Zaliver had said something to him through that quiet, invisible authority of his. Something that ended the conversation before it could start.