A Healing Touch

Elira

I watch Kael lying on the large bed, his face pale, his shallow breathing slow. The pack doctor said it was a lucky thing I pulled the arrow out so quickly—only a little poison entered his system.

“He just truly needs rest,” the doctor told me clearly. “That is truly all he needs now.”

My chest aches intensely, my heart twisting painfully, the mate bond pulling fiercely at me even though I fully rejected him. His shoulder is wrapped tightly in white bandages, but ...