Nefretiri
"How is he?" I ask Vincent when we reach the front of the house. He'd just pulled in with Luke, and I wanted to know how my brother was doing. "Is he okay?"
"Dylan's fine," he nods, leaning against his car. I haven't seen him so tired before, even after discovering how his pack died, but he also looks more relaxed. "We got him settled in the cell, still sedated, and Andy said he's responding to the herbs."
"Is it going any faster?" Ivan was with me, his back against the garage as we spoke. It was odd how protective he was of Dylan, but he kept insisting he was family. I wish I felt that bond like they did, but it was more difficult.
"No," Luke looked just as tired, and I inwardly cringed. He had much more going on since he had to worry about Jessica and his people. "It's still going very slowly, but he is healing."
