Kyra's POV
I had packed my things and was waiting for my driver to help me with my luggage when a loud thud echoed from the kitchen. My forehead creased as I looked toward the kitchen entrance. The light wasn't on, but my wolf-enhanced hearing picked up ragged breathing.
"Nathan?" I called cautiously.
"Kyra..." His voice mumbled my name, and I immediately pressed the light switch.
There sat the Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, knees drawn to his chest, fingers tangled in his dark hair. He recoiled from the light like a wounded animal.
"The light... please..."
Without saying a word, I dimmed the light and walked toward him. I sat beside him and held onto his knees.
"Is your head aching?"
He nodded. "Hmm."
"I'll get your medicine—"
He nodded weakly. When I moved to
