Chapter 137 Only Us

• Xavier***
• The nights blurred together in quiet recovery, in whispered conversations I was never meant to hear, in the lingering weight of what could have been. The Darkmoon Pack spoke of the battle, of Henry’s return, of how close they had come to losing him. But beyond the murmurs, beyond the glances filled with unspoken grief, there was only Henry and me.
• He kept to his room, resting, though I knew the exhaustion he carried had little to do with his body. It was the kind that seeped into the bones, that weighed on the soul. He had always fought alone, always borne his burdens in silence. But now, I was here. And that was something he didn’t quite know how to handle.