Chapter 200
Two weeks later~
The air was heavy with the scent of herbs, some dried, some freshly ground, but all scattered across every surface in the room. Bowls filled with water. Bloodstained cloths tossed into corners.
Avery hadn’t woken.
Not once.
Cain sat on the edge of the bed, his hand trembling as he took out another cloth. He’d been repeating the same motion for hours, wiping her skin clean, patting her dry, whispering her name even though she never answered.
He looked at her now, her body so still it scared him. She looked like she was only sleeping. But he knew better.
He pressed the damp cloth to her forehead, moving slowly, gently, as though too much pressure would break her.
"Come back," he whispered.
When her chest rose in another shallow breath, Cain exhaled. It was barely a breath, but it was something.
He stood up with a grunt, biting down the pain that shot through his leg. He still was not healed. The wound ran deep, through the skin, muscle, and into his wolf. His kind was supposed to regenerate quickly, especially as an Alpha, but he didn’t, not this time. The injury lingered, like it was cursed.
He dragged his limp leg across the floor and moved to the window.