The Harsh Blow
Gilas groaned as he woke up in a rather silent room. Opening his eyes, he noted the moonlight shining from the window. It was night, it seemed, and by his bedside, Clara was asleep on her chair.
"Clara?"
His whispers were weak as he sat up. Clutching his head, the throbbing pain was negligible when compared to the sight of his mate nodding off beside him. Even as her head bobbed up and down, her gesture of staying by his side wasn't lost to him.
'Huh, she must be really tired…' he inwardly thought.
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Gilas blinked. The silence was getting more and more awkward and worrying by the second.
'Ham?'
The lack of a response was telling, more so than the fact that he could no longer feel the presence of his wolf inside his head.
'Ham?! Where are you?!'