Kieran's POV
Pain shot through my side as I tried to sit up. The wound from Darius's deception was healing, but too slowly. Three days, and I still couldn't shift without reopening it.
"Stay down," Elena directed, pushing me back onto the furs. "Your stubbornness won't make you heal faster."
I growled but didn't fight her. My Beta was right, as usual.
Our temporary camp buzzed with activity outside my tent. Guards shouted directions, preparing for another attack. Darius's warning had saved lives, but I still couldn't bring myself to visit him in the medics' tent.
Some betrayals cut too deep.
"You have a visitor," Elena said quietly. "Should I send him away?"
"Who?" I asked, wincing as I changed position.
"Your uncle."
I closed my eyes briefly. Alaric was the last person I wanted to see, but he was also the only one who might have answers.
"Let him in."
