Navian’s POV:
Everything felt weird. Martins had surprisingly turned down Miles’ offer to donate blood for Marsai. Well, his excuse was that Miles was still recovering from the attack by the undead wolves.
He rejected mine too, claiming I needed to heal from my own bite. We tried to convince him we were fine. More than capable, actually. But he wouldn’t listen.
Instead, he reassured us that Marsai would wake up soon and start getting better, even though it might take a little time. We clung to that hope, waiting for even the smallest sign.
Miles and I were sprawled on the couch, keeping watch over Ethan and Marsai like Martins had instructed. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the air, but a thought had been gnawing at the back of my mind.
I was almost certain Miles was t
