Sloane

Benedict is awake and alive. Both packs are secure. I know he can’t speak and without a mind link, I can’t communicate with Benedict.

He holds me while I cry, letting the frustration and fear of the last couple of days go. When I’m done, I wipe my face and look at him. He’s still too pale, but his eyes are bright and intense as he focuses on me.

“Do you need anything?” I ask.

He shakes his head no.

“Are you in pain?”

He points to his throat.

“Marrok?”

He ...