When Harold got to her door, he noticed how empty the entire hallway was. There wasn't a single guard there.
He knocked on the door gently and didn't have to announce it was him before the door was pulled open and Tyra fell into his arms, embracing him tightly as she cried.
"You have no idea how relieved I am to see that you are fine. How are you feeling now?" She asked with tears in her eyes as she hugged him, while Harold stood stiffly in her embrace. He was even surprised at the great impulse he felt to shove her away. He had no idea why the hug was irritating him this much, and even his wolf didn't seem to like it.
But he tried his best to fight the urge to push her away since he wasn't sure how much impact it would have on her and now. And she was still sick.
When she noticed how silent he was, she pulled away from the embrace and looked up into his face. "Is everything okay?" She asked as Harold continued to look at her with a blank expression.
