I Have No Chance With Her

Carlos' POV

Having rested well after the night of the war, I regained consciousness but this was only known between me and the doctor in charge.

My reason for doing it was not that I wanted to feign being in a coma and draw pity from people, rather I was unsure of what was going to happen.

Nora was the last person I was expecting to come save me at the borders. I'm certain she didn't come for me, not when her foster parents were also in danger.

But she bringing me to the pack for treatment meant she still had a bit of care for me but even at that, I was scared.

When she was done cleaning me up like she does twice a day, I felt her weight leaving the bed and at once I held her hand.

My grip was weak simply because I was weak too but I held on until I couldn't anymore.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, gulping down the lump that had risen in my throat.

“You're awake.” S