Chapter 64

• Inside the well-being of Jason's pack, I focused my eyes on Noah's actually structure, his continuous sleep enduring seven days now. Stress weighed vigorously on me as I kept on focusing on him, tenderly cleaning his temple with a moist material. Each touch held care and franticness, expecting an evidence that something is going on under the surface to revive inside him.
• Days obscured into evenings as I remained close by, watching his chest rise and fall musically, a demonstration of his diligent life. His elements stayed serene, as though lost in a far off world. As time passes, my heart grasped, every hour feeling like an unending length of time.
• Jason's regular visits did close to nothing to facilitate my developing dissatisfaction. Consistently, similar to perfect timing, he showed up, concern clear in his look. His expectations were great as the pack's alpha, yet his consistent presence felt choking. I figured out the requirement for Henry's recuperation, yet Jason's careful focus constrained me.