Twenty-One: Reality.

KAYLA.

Immediately I walked into the room, my eyes met Rafael’s as he sat up against his bed. The air between us was thick with tension and once I closed the door behind, there was a brisk silence.

I could hear his heart pound in his chest and the shallow breathes that preceded his first word. “Kayla” He called my name with a smirk across his lips and I walked to sit right beside him on the bed.

When I was closer, I saw the bleeding wound carved into his back by the arrow. He was sweating profusely, an aftermath of the wolfsbane antidote and my eyes melted with tears. I reached to touch his exposed skin but Rafael backed away.

“I’m fine.” He muttered.

“Hope they didn’t get to you?” He asked instead and I shook my head with a hard lump slipping down my throat. “Rafael you don’t look fine” I continued and he wiped across his forehead.

“It would heal soon.”

“It should have by now. You’re an Alpha and the healing process doesn’t take this long” I said and he gritted his teeth, holding ba