Valerie
Sitting at the far corner of the room, I watched as Dr Gerard gave light orders to Tristan, checking on him. Despite the high from moments ago I'd still called on the pack doctor to check on him.
I had to look at the floor to keep myself composed. I'd been staring too long, and there was only a limit when minutes of tracing the lines of his face would seem too much. I couldn't help it though. It was proof. Proof that he was alive, with me. That the past few minutes were real.
He loved me.
The feeling settled inside me. After weeks of the strange limbo we were in, it felt like it had finally rested.
I thought I would have time to think things over. Seeing him bloodied and pale, sacrificing his life for me, it all became clear.
The thought had started with me for the entirety
