Chapter 59 Fifty Nine

• RYAN’S POV
• The room was dimly lit and quiet except for the low beep of the monitor beside her. I stood by the door for a while before I moved. Just watching. Her breathing, her lips slightly parted as she slept—she looked fragile. Too damn fragile. But she was breathing. She was here. My mate. My Luna.
• I stepped closer, careful not to wake her as I stood from the wheelchair. I leaned down and ran my thumb along her jaw, just once. The skin was warm. Smooth. She shifted slightly under the touch, but didn’t wake.