Angel's POV
Morning came too soon.
I woke to gray light filtering through the tent and the dull ache in my leg reminding me that last night hadn't been a nightmare.
Someone had put a snake in my tent.
Someone had tried to kill me.
The thought sat heavy in my chest as I forced myself to sit up. The bandage around my leg was still secure, the bloodroot paste doing its work. The pain had dulled to a manageable throb, just as the Alpha had promised.
The Alpha.
I pushed the confusing memory of his gentle hands away and reached for Uriel's coat, still my only real covering.
The moment I unzipped the tent, Lyra appeared.
She looked terrible - her eyes red and swollen from crying, the bruise on her cheek from the Alpha's slap now a mottled purple and yellow. But she stood at attention like a soldier, her hands clasped in front of her.
"Good morning, Luna," she said quietly. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? Help dressing?"
