Chapter 174

Eleanor had just transformed back from her werewolf form, and it had been a particularly difficult shift. Sweat soaked her clothes, and her breathing was labored as she collapsed onto her bed.

With a deep sigh, Eleanor began to focus on her breathing, taking long, deep breaths to calm herself down. Her body also began to relax and the pain receded.

She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, exhausted from the transformation.

She stirred awake again in the middle of the night, her eyes blinking blearily as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the window told her that it was still the dead of night, and for a moment she wondered why she had woken up at all.

But then she saw him, sitting beside her bedside like a silent guardian. Drakken, his normally stoic face twisted into an expression of deep concern as he watched over her.

"Eleanor," he said softly, noticing that she was awake. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled