“And Tristan…” Caleb adds.
“Yes, my King?”
“Summon the doctors once again. I want to find out exactly what happened to Harper’s wolf.”
I try to listen to their continued conversation. Yet even as fear grips my heart, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Whatever is in that IV is good stuff. Too soon, I drift off back into unconsciousness.
When I wake up again, I am alone in my bed. Caleb, Tristan, and IV are all gone, though the telltale wound in my arm tells me that the IV disappearance is a fairly recent development.
I’m naked again, not that this surprises me anymore. At least, my body feels no more sore than usual. I don’t think Caleb claimed me again while I was out.
Rolling out of bed, I stand and head to my dresser. Today will be a busy day for me. I haven’t forgotten the conve
