Cindra’s POV
Dawn seeped through the infirmary window, painting pale stripes across Helio’s bed. I opened my eyes slowly, stirring and pushing at the weight of exhaustion that had me sprawled in the hard chair while holding Helio’s hand. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
The door opened and Kalinda stepped in. Her eyes swept over Helio and me. “How is he?” she asked, her voice a hushed rasp that told me she hadn’t gotten much sleep either.
I managed a meager smile. “I think he’ll be okay. The healers checked on him in the night and said he was healing well. You know how it is with us wolf shifters—mending comes fast.”
Kalinda smiled back at me. “I suppose that’s true when the healers help us along and the damage isn’t done by any sort of magic.”
I looked back at him, nodding. The physical
