Henderson's POV
I drift back to consciousness wrapped in warmth and the rich scent of sandalwood that belongs entirely to Percy. Something flickers in the depths of my mind, a familiar presence stirring restlessly. Kain. My wolf is clawing her way back to me.
'Fight your way home, Kain. I'm waiting for you. I love you.' The words echo through our shared space. My wolf has never backed down from anything, and I know she won't stop now. The pack's energy still flows around her, a lifeline pulling her back from wherever she's been lost.
Percy's mind touches mine, and warmth spreads through my chest. Even in sleep, his thoughts are consumed with worry. Images flash through his consciousness on endless repeat: Tristan's threats, the pack territory, and me.
'Those are his deepest fears.' Usher's voice purrs through our connection, the vibration rumbling against my skin where Percy holds me close.
'Let him sleep, Usher. He needs the rest.' I try to keep my mental voice gentle.
