After surviving a horrible war together, there must be a lot of things that the two alpha werewolves wanted to say to each other.
Lady Fangblade tactfully left after giving Ronan a kiss on the cheek and Lucien a squeeze in the hand.
"Take care of Ronan," she said with a wink as Edith rolled her out of the ward.
Lucien stiffly nodded.
He inhaled a deep breath and slowly approached Ronan's bed.
The Alpha lay on his stomach with his head facing the right side, just where the window was. Outside, the moon was already high up in the sky.
Lucien sat in front of Ronan's bed with his back facing the window. Ronan sighed out of relief when he finally caught sight of Lucien's face. He looked haggard and the ends of his eyes were red from crying, but otherwise, he looked fine. That was the most important thing.
