Chapter 129

Talia watched Cormac’s resting face in the dim quiet of the infirmary, illuminated only by the soft, pulsing glow of the soft light in the ceiling. He looked peaceful now—or as peaceful as someone with a wounded wolf could. His chest rose and fell evenly, his muscles no longer trembling beneath the weight of a fractured spirit.

His wolf had finally… rested.

Not healed. Not whole. But no longer f