Chapter 10

Kyra's POV I had packed my things and was waiting for my driver to help me get my luggage when a loud thud echoed from the kitchen. My forehead creased as I looked at the kitchen entrance. The light wasn't on, but my wolf-enhanced hearing picked up ragged breathing. "Nathan?" I called cautiously. "Kels..." His voice mumbled my name and I immediately pressed the light switch. There sat the Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, knees drawn to his chest, fingers tangled in his dark hair. He recoiled from the light like a wounded animal. "The light... please..." Without saying a word, I dimmed the light and I walked towards him. I sat beside him and held onto his knees. “Is your head aching?” He nodded. “Hmm.” “I’ll get your medicine—” He nodded weakly. When I moved to fetch more medicine, his hand shot out with werewolf speed, pulling me against his sweat-drenched chest. His forehead dropped onto my bare shoulder—right where he'd never placed his mating mark. "He still seeks your scent for comfort