Killian’s POV

The room is silent, save for the rhythmic rasp of Kieran’s breath and the faint hiss of bandages adjusting as he shifts on the bed. I sit beside him, my hand lightly resting on his shoulder, feeling the subtle tremors of pain that ripple through his body. Every muscle, every pulse, every flicker of his aura resonates in me. My wolf is restless, every instinct urging caution. I ignore it. For once, I let my human side take control.

“Easy,” I murmur, pressing gently to ...