Chapter 47: The Power of Forgiveness

Cyran POV

When he woke up, his first thought was of Naomi, his family, and the pack. 

The second thought was wondering how they’d gotten back to the Healing Wing so quickly.

Hades/Absalom was only third on that list, which he thought was progress.

His body felt like mush. His throat felt as dry as the paint on the ceiling and he coughed. “Water?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

Someone held a cup to his parched lips and he drank deeply. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. And welcome back. We’ve all been worried.”

He fell back, spilling the water.

Of all the people he could wake up to, Lilia Cresta was the one he hoped for–and the one he felt selfish hoping for.