Claire’s POV
I stayed outside Leo’s room for a while, suddenly I heard a whimper from the room and dashed inside.
His eyelids fluttered, and the moment I had waited for finally came.
Leo stirred, his breath hitching as his body trembled under the weight of consciousness. I was already at his side, heart hammering against my ribs, afraid to hope—but unable to stop myself.
“Leo…” I whispered, my hand brushing sweat from his temple. My fingers trembled.
His eyes opened, unfocused but familiar. “Miss Warrior… you stayed,” he rasped.
A breath caught in my throat. Miss Warrior. That’s all he knew me as. All he was allowed to know.
“I’m here little wolf,” I said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I watched his hand reach for mine, weakly, and held it gently. So small
