~Alora~

I was there when it happened.

I had not left his side in any way since they carried him through the pack house doors — stepping away only when Senna physically redirected me, returning the moment she stopped watching. Cade had brought a proper chair at some point during the second day, replacing the wooden thing I'd been torturing my ribs with, and I had accepted it without comment because refusing small comforts had stopped me feeling principled and started feeling foolish.

It ...