Invading the Den

Valerius’s POV

Twenty minutes later, the chaotic energy in the small apartment settled into a tense, vibrating hum. I sat half-slouched against the worn, scratchy fabric of Cerys’s cheap living room couch, letting my head rest back while Bennett and Lorcan quietly and efficiently disinfected the deep, jagged claw wounds across my ribs and shoulder. The sharp sting of antiseptic aggressively mixed