Chapter 228: Bond
Riven quietly walked into the room, the soft thud of his paws barely registering over the sound of shallow breathing. He was still in his wolf form, something he hadn’t planned on.
He’d tried to shift back at least three times on the way over, but it was like his body had stubbornly decided, "Nope. Not until you fix this." Fine. Whatever. He’d deal with it later.
Right now, all his focus was on the large, snowy-white wolf curled up on the floor, Ronan seemed to shift to the floor because of his high fever, he felt that the floor was cooler and it brought him more comfort than the bed.
Riven’s heart squeezed at the sight of him. Ronan looked... Not great. His normally strong form was curled into a tight, vulnerable ball, like he was trying to disappear into himself. His fur was damp with sweat, sides rising and falling slowly.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and every so often, a pained sound left his muzzle—quiet but enough to make Riven feel pain. At this point, a thought crossed Riven’s mind, if things followed the original story and he died, Ronan would not be facing this... This situation.
Troy and Eli were already there, hovering protectively. Eli was crouched beside Ronan, his hands busy with herbs and damn towels to lower the body temperature.
Troy stood back a bit, arms crossed, watching everything with that intense gaze of his.
The moment Riven stepped into the room, both of them looked up. Troy’s eyes softened, relief flickering through them like a brief breeze. He gave Eli a small nod. Eli, reading the signal instantly, stood and gathered his supplies.
"We did what we could," Eli said, brushing his hands off on a cloth. "His vitals have stabilised for now. But it’s the bond. It’s rejecting the distance. He needs you. That’s the cure."