Chapter 55
Cameron
I open my eyes to Lenora holding my hand, her fingers wrapped tightly around mine like I might slip away again. Her head jerks up the moment I shift.
"Are you okay?" she asks, eyes wide with worry, scanning every inch of my face like she's afraid I'll vanish if she blinks.
"I guess I'm really a wolf now, seeing as I didn't die," I mutter, voice dry and scratchy.
She lets out a wet chuckle and wipes her eyes, trying to act like she hasn't been crying.
That feeling again—emotions that aren't mine, but hers. I thought I imagined it last night, chalked it up to pain-induced delirium. But no. It's real.
Relief, crashing through me like waves in a storm. And something deeper. Affection so raw, so all-consuming, I didn't think it was possible to feel this from another person. It's not mine.
It's hers.
And it's terrifying.
