Chapter 104 Gideon's Vigil

• Moonlight spilled through gauzy curtains with the kind of beauty that mocked everything Gideon felt. He sat rigid in the chair beside their bed, one hand gripping Bobby's with enough force to bruise mortal flesh. Her skin glowed faintly—silver veins threading beneath translucent surface, pulsing with an erratic rhythm that spoke of power barely contained within a failing vessel.
• Each shallow breath she took felt like borrowed time.
• "Keller?" He reached for his wolf, seeking comfort in their shared consciousness.