Chapter 73

Victoria's POV： I stirred as morning light streamed through the hospital windows, my back and shoulders aching from spending the entire night slumped beside Grandfather's bed. My wolf, Nora, stretched lazily within me, similarly stiff from our vigil. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I glanced around the room, surprised to find it empty of anyone else. Had Damien already left? I stood carefully, my joints protesting the movement, and checked Grandfather's condition. His breathing seemed steady, his color better than yesterday. It appeared he'd made it through the danger zone. Just as I was considering finding a doctor for an update, the door swung open. Damien entered carrying breakfast, his powerful frame filling the doorway. Despite having presumably been awake all night, he looked infuriatingly perfect—not a hair out of place, his crisp shirt somehow unwrinkled. Arthur's presence radiated from him, that dominant energy that made other wolves instinctively take notice. "You're awake. Come