Chapter 31
(Lenora POV)
I look at the sleeping Cameron. It's become our weekly ritual—putting him to sleep with one of Nana's concoctions. Bitter tea laced with roots, herbs, and whatever else she won't name. She says they help him delve deeper into his subconscious, get closer to his wolf. I just nod and help him drink it.
He slips into this dream-world, this liminal space where his wolf waits, curled deep inside. Every time, I sit beside him in silence. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I hum. Sometimes I just watch his chest rise and fall—slow, too slow.
Nana warned me to shake him occasionally, just enough to remind his body it's still alive. Because sometimes... sometimes it forgets. His heart slows, his breath shallows, and I panic. Every time. But I do what she said. I touch his arm, whisper his name, ground him in this world.
Still, I wonder—what happens in there?
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(Cameron)
It's this bloody foggy cave again.
