Zayden’s POV.
We have arrived back at the packhouse, the sun is up, and its mid-morning. Celeste is laying down in my bed; she is washed up and changed. She still hasn’t woken up or even made signs that she will be.
I can’t bring myself to leave her side, the pack is in chaos, and I can’t bring myself to face them right now. I sit on the edge of the bed; I watch Celeste breathe in and out. I want her to wake up, I want to tell her I love her, I want to kiss her, and I want her to know I am so proud of her.
I should have done better at protecting her; Devlin wouldn’t have got to her if I had kept her close by me. I should have done better at keeping an eye on Raven; I am sure she told Devlin about Marks’s house and layout.
My mind is filled with many regrets; I am only angry at myself.