HUNTER'S POV
I knew she had begun to feel the bond—the pull. The way her head turned sharply when my scent reached her, the way her breath caught, just slightly. The soft tremor in her touch when our skin met. And most telling of all, the undeniable need she had to be near me.
I was more than willing to stay by her side and help soothe some of her pain.
She was in and out of fever and chills, her groans and muffled sobs tormenting me with each moment the infection spread further through her system. Her voice had grown hoarse, her throat raw and dry from the continuing agony.
“How long is this going to last?” she managed to whisper, her words breaking through the haze of agony.
“Not much longer now,” I said softly. “Just hang in there, okay?”
It was all I could give her—empty words me
