Meghan’s P.O.V.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft rustle of the curtains and the low hum of the night outside. The scent of smoke still lingered in the air—faint, but enough to remind me of the fire that had nearly consumed my world. My hands trembled slightly as I was still sitting on the edge of the chair, staring at the empty space on the bed where Blade had been only moments ago.
“Then shift into your wolf. If it helps you heal, I want you to. I’m not going anywhere, Blade.” The words had come out of desperation. He had told me he wouldn’t recover as fast if he stayed in his human form. His wounds, though already healing faster than any normal person’s, were still too severe. His skin was still marred with cuts and bruises, but I had seen how they knit themselves back togethe
