Currently, both Maxwell and Levi were resting. Levi, in particular, needed time for the Wolfsbane to leave his system before his wolf could begin the healing process. Even then, because of the silver, he would be left with scars. Maxwell was also recovering and was currently in a deep sleep after a night of fighting and after donating blood to Levi.
Hearing all of this made Addison's heart tighten painfully. She felt it in her chest, especially for Levi. Guilt washed over her; while he had been fighting for his life, she had been at the riverside with Zion, surrendering to carnal desire. The contrast between their experiences twisted her heart with shame and regret.
"I want to see them…" Addison whispered. Her face had gone pale, guilt etched into every line of her expression. Zion understood all too well why she felt that way, but to him, more than guilt, it was simply fate. Fate had pulled her away at the right moment, kept her from falling into even greater danger.
