Chapter 51 Fifty One

• ARIEL’S POV
• My skin itched under the bandage, the wrap tight around my ribs, clinging to dried blood and old pain. I needed to feel clean again. I needed water.
• I sat up carefully, flinching as the movement tugged at my stitches. I looked over. Ryan’s eyes were closed, his body half-turned toward me, breath slow and even. But I knew better. I knew he never really slept. Not deeply. Not when I was around. His wolf was too tuned to mine.