Kael's POV.
I woke up slowly, my body heavy, my side aching. The room was a bit darker than usual, the candle burned low, its light flickering on the walls, the air warm with the smell of herbs and Aria's scent.
She lay beside me on the cot, her silver hair spread across the pillow, her face soft in sleep, her breathing steady.
My heart pounded, my chest tight with a mix of love and worry, my eyes tracing her features, her closed eyes, her parted lips, her peaceful expression.
Last night, her touch, her moans, her tears of pleasure, had filled me with warmth, pulling me close, grounding me after my collapse.
But now, staring at her, my mind spun, a question nagging me. Why hadn't I seen the vision again? The one of her screaming, blood-soaked, her wolf dying? It haunted me since that night, but not anymore as we made love?
