Chapter 47: He's Awake
Orion's groan sliced through the heavy silence of the medical facility, the sound rumbling low and rough.
The dim lantern light flickered over his cot, casting jagged shadows across the stone walls as Ronan, Tobias, and Lysander froze mid-conversation. Their breaths hitched, eyes locked on him, waiting and hoping for him to stir awake.
His broad chest heaved, a twitch running through his arm, and for a heartbeat, it felt like he'd wake up. But nothing happened. The moment passed, and their faces fell, sullen and tight, as they turned back to their hushed talk about Skylur fangs and the enclave's betrayal.
Ronan opened his mouth to speak again, probably to drag the mood back from the edge, when Orion's voice cut through again, gruff, disoriented. "Why the fuck are you all gathered here?" The words slurred out, raw and edged with pain, but they were his.
