Chapter 59

~Jasmine~ “Eat up,” Mav said, offering me a bowl of steaming soup he’d made. I was huddled in a blanket in his room, still feeling the lingering weakness after the emotional storm and the IV fluids, we were now back home. I watched him move around, his eyes tired and shadowed, a visible drain on his energy. Yet, he pushed through, forcing a smile that only amplified the ache in my heart. Since I’d finally allowed myself to break down and cry, the IV had helped restore some of my physical strength. My wolf, however, was still weakened, her senses dulled. Dr. James assured us she’d return to normal with time. “Have you eaten?” I asked, watching him tuck in the other side of his bed. He stilled for a moment, then offered a small, weary smile. “Don’t worry about me.” “When was the last time you ate?” I pressed, refusing to let it go. “Don’t tell me since breakfast.” I gasped as he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s fine… I’m not hungry.” “Who said you have to be hungry to eat?”