I stood with my back pressed against the heavy wooden doors of the medical wing, my arms folded loosely across my chest. Davian was at my left, leaning against the wall with his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword.
Inside the room, the healers were moving fast, mixing salves, wrapping wounds, and trying to bring down the burning fever racking Bella's frail body. And right beside the bed sat Melissa. She hadn't let go of Bella's hand for a single second.
Watching Melissa through the glass panel was agonizing. The fierce, unyielding woman who had just shut down four powerful men back at the gate was now looking down at her friend with a raw, bleeding vulnerability. She looked so fragile sitting there, holding onto a ghost. It made my chest tighten. I swore right then that no one in this wretched pack would ever break her again.
The heavy thud of footsteps echoing down the hallway shattered the quiet.
