Hailey's POV
I still couldn't go to sleep, the revelation concerning Vickson's health weighed on my mind like an anchor. The rift had drained his energy, marking him with a scar that tethered him to that ugly place filled with doom. Arwen, the old rogue witch, administered some sleeping medicine to him but I could still feel the constraints in his labored breathing. There was an alien element coursing through his body, his wolf was not at peace.
"Please, hang in there. We are going to find a solution to this, you will be fine."
Knowing Vickson was unable to give an answer, I dropped a kiss on his forehead and got on the bed snuggling closer to him with the sheets tangled between his legs. As soon as the day broke, I would set out on the quest to perform the ritual the rogue witch advised but right now it will be advisable to get some rest.
