Kael's POV
She swayed a little, paws unsteady beneath her, a low growl vibrating from her throat. It wasn't a threat—it was confusion, the lingering echo of pain.
I, now shifted in my wolf form, went to her with deliberate slow and careful steps to not startle her.
Her senses must be at their sharpest at the moment, every sound and scent amplified. One wrong move could push her into fear again.
She stumbled, her paws slipping on the grass, and before she collapsed, I moved close, pressing my body against hers. My wolf steadied her, holding her weight with mine.
For a heartbeat she stiffened, testing, unsure. Then slowly, her trembling eased. She leaned into me, fur brushing against fur, her warmth seeping into me as though her wolf had been waiting for this contact all along.
