Dakota I sat by Axton's bedside in the quiet room, the master bedroom upstairs. He was still very weak and unable to walk, only fed on liquids. "How's your leg?" I asked him, kissing his forehead. "Do you need me to give you a massage?" "No," he broke into an easy smile. "Just give me some of the broth and make it warm. It's the only thing I can stomach for now." "Okay, my love," I whispered, propping up his pillows and heading downstairs to the kitchen. I returned later with the broth, urging him to drink. "My mouth tastes like shit," he grimaced, and I helped him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "That bastard must be so stunned that she's languishing in the pack's dungeon," Axton started to say. "I don't even want to talk about her. She's bad news," I said, staring at my staff of authority placed on top of the dresser, ironically in the same place where I kept it before it got stolen. "Tell me how you feel," Axton said, making me lie beside him. "I feel relieved, but I d
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