Prince Harad's POV Still

The pack doctor was leaning over me when I reopened my eyes.

Eugene and Yuval stood beside my bed, nervously observing my actions. When they realized that I had regained consciousness, they rushed closer.

“Harad!” Eugne exclaimed. “You scared the hell out of us. Are you feeling better now, man?”

From the bedside table, he picks up a damp towel and gently dabs my forehead. Gradually, the haze in my mind clears up and I sigh with gratitude. When I try to sit up, he seizes hold of my upper arms to help.

“Take it easy, Prince,” the doctor urged as he peered over his reading...