Evelyn’s POV
"Put down," I protested. "I can walk by myself."
"Don’t move," he replied, his eyes eting mine with a look that silenced further argunt. "You’ve already pulled your stitches enough for one morning."
After gently placing in front of the sink and making sure I was steady on my feet, Calvin stepped out to use the smaller washroom on the opposite side of the suite.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror—pale face, dark circles under my eyes, hair tangled from sleep.
By the ti I finished washing up, Calvin was already leaning against the bathroom doorfra, waiting for with an intensity in his gaze that made my heart flutter despite everything.
His gaze followed the water droplets sliding down my cheeks to my collarbone, so I imdiately pulled up my collar.
Calvin walked in, carrying a tray of food.
"Breakfast is here," he said. "Eat first, then we’ll go see the kids."
Before I could protest, he moved with that supernatural speed, scooping up carefully to avoid my injuries. I shot him an irritated glare, but he only smiled in response.
He placed gently at the table without any inappropriate moves or comnts.
The breakfast was simple but nutritious—scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, fresh fruit, and herbal tea that slled like it contained healing herbs specific for werewolves. I recognized so of the ingredients from my own research into wolf healing properties.
"The tea is from Dr. Chandler," Calvin explained, noticing my inspection. "He said it will help with your recovery, even without..." He trailed off, both of us aware he was referring to my lack of wolf healing abilities.
I ate in silence. When I finished, Calvin cleared the tray and glanced at the wheelchair in the corner of the room.
"To see the boys?" he asked.
I nodded, determined not to let him carry again. "I’ll use that."
To avoid Calvin’s overprotective handling, I settled into the automatic wheelchair, wincing slightly as my back touched the cushioned support. He didn’t comnt, rely adjusted the backrest to minimize pressure on my wound.
The twins’ room was just down the hall. When we entered, Rowan was already awake, rubbing his eyes with his small fist. When he saw , he imdiately tried to climb out of bed.
"Mom, are you alright? Are you hurt?" His voice trembled with concern, his eyes wide and frightened.
My heart swelled with love for this brave little boy. "Mom’s alright," I assured him, reaching out to take his hand.
Rhys stirred then, his eyes fluttering open. Upon hearing his brother’s words, he too fixed his gaze on , skepticism clear in his expression.
"Mom’s lying," he declared bluntly. "Your lips are all white. You must be injured." He turned to Calvin, who had followed into the room. "Dad? Is Mom hurt?"
I shot Calvin a warning look, silently pleading with him not to worry the boys, but he ignored completely.
"Mom has a wound on her back," Calvin told them honestly. "Rowan and Rhys will have to watch over her these next few days and make sure she doesn’t touch the wound."
Rhys nodded solemnly. "Dad, I’ll take good care of Mom!"
I couldn’t help noticing how different things were now compared to when we first reunited months ago. Back then, Rhys had been standoffish and resentful. Now, he seed even more attached to than Rowan. The transformation ward my heart despite the circumstances.
"Mom can take care of herself," I said with a sigh. "You two just recovered from your fever, so you should listen to the doctor and get so rest."
Both boys pouted but settled back against their pillows. I noticed how they clung to the stuffed wolves Calvin had bought them—comfort items they never went without during hospital stays.
As I watched them, I couldn’t help reflecting on all the bad things that had happened to us recently. In just a few months, Calvin had fallen into a coma, all three of my children had been seriously ill, and now I was hospitalized. A superstitious part of wondered if we had sohow offended the Moon Goddess. Maybe I’d find ti to visit the old Moon Goddess shrine near the Bloodbane territory border, perhaps a prayer for protection couldn’t hurt.
After spending ti with the twins, I video-called Alexis at ho. Her bright face appeared on the screen.
"Mommy! When are you coming ho?" she asked, her little face scrunched up in confusion at seeing in a hospital room.
"Soon, sweetie," I promised. "Mommy just needs to rest a little bit. Are you being good for nanny Nina?"
"Yes! We’re making cookies with wolf shapes!" She held up a misshapen lump of dough that barely resembled anything, let alone a wolf.
"Beautiful," I told her sincerely. "Save one for ."
After ending the call, I directed my wheelchair toward Leon’s room. I needed to thank him for what he’d done.
When I arrived at his door, I was surprised to see him already working. The bedside table held no flowers or fruit—instead, it was covered with project proposals and financial reports. His secretary and assistant hovered nearby, laptops open and phones buzzing.
I knocked on the open door. Leon looked up from the docunt he was reviewing, his face pale but composed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice. "You should be resting."
"I should be asking you that," I replied, wheeling closer to his bed. "You took two silver bullets for my sons."
Leon shrugged, then winced at the movent. "This whole ss started because of . If I hadn’t gotten involved with Liri, none of this would have happened to you and the boys."
I understood what he ant. If not for that arranged dinner where the Brownfur Pack elders wanted to choose a Luna for Leon, and Leon had rejected Liri as his potential mate, she wouldn’t have blad for his rejection and targeted my children.
"I should have apologized to you a long ti ago," he continued, setting aside his work.
"Since things have co to this, there’s no need for apologies or thanks," I told him firmly. "This is about Liri’s inherently malicious nature, not you."
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