chapter fifty three

Third person POV

Nathaniel's eyes fluttered open, groggily focusing on the worn faces of Lena and Kilo. The pack infirmary's sterile scent and faint beeping of machines assaulted his senses.

"Thank the goddess you're awake!" Kilo exclaimed, his voice cracking as he grasped Nathaniel's hand. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and his trembling smile conveyed the depth of his relief.

Nathaniel tried to move, but his body felt leaden, stiff from days of immobility. His throat scratched, making every word a painful struggle.

Lena's face etched with worry, her eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights. "I'll inform Luna and Mister Tristian," she said, her voice laced with emotion before hurrying out.

The doctors arrived, their efficient examination a blur as Nathaniel endured in silence, his weak body unable to resist. Their murmured reassurances and nods of approval offered little comfort.

After the doctors declared his vitals normal and left, Nathaniel turned to Kilo, his gaze searching.

"Why...do.