Chapter 92: Promise Me You'll Never Let Yourself Get Hurt

Elara's POV

Hours passed.

The sun climbed higher, then began its gradual descent toward the western horizon. Still Vander remained, motionless except for the occasional shift of his shoulders with each breath.

Pack members brought water, food, offers of company—all of which he acknowledged with the barest nod before returning to his silent communion with the grave.

As twilight painted the desert i