LOGINMia:My whole body felt numb, and somehow, despite all the painkillers, everything seemed to hurt.“The wound has mostly recovered, Luna.” The pack healer said calmly. “You will need to stay for a couple of days, but you should be able to get back home soon.”“Thank you,” I said, thankful for her assurance.“I’ll be out if you need anything. And the nurses will come back shortly for your painkillers.” She said, and I nodded.She nodded at Nathan whose eyes were fixed on me before she walked out of the room, leaving the two of us alone. And that was when he approached me and I opened my arms for his embrace, missing him.I felt him trembling. His heartbeat hammered against mine. For several long seconds he simply held me, as if it was a reminder to him that I was alive.“I’m okay,” I whispered. “I am back, Nathan.”His grip tightened.“No,” he said, voice rough. “No, you’re not. You were out conscious for the past eight days, Mia.”A weak smile found my lips. “I’ll be okay, Nathan.” I
Nathan:The infirmary had become my home at this point.I barely remembered the last time I had slept in my own bed. And at this point, the nurses stopped trying to convince me to leave.They brought me coffee sometimes and quietly replaced the blanket draped over my shoulders when they found me asleep in the chair beside Mia.I looked at her now, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her. Her face had regained some color, and the bruises around the wound were fading. If someone walked in without knowing what had happened, they would think she was simply sleeping. But this sleeping was becoming an endless battlefield for me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but find myself growing impatient, and angry…I reached for her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. It had become a habit over the past week, one I could not break. “I talked to Rosalyn today,” I said, because talking to her felt less like talking to myself when I said it aloud. “She made Brenda promise that t
Vladimir:Failure.The word echoed through my mind like a curse I could not wash away. She should have died when the bullet hit her, if not her, her best friend to make sure that she learned her lesson… but neither one of them was dead.I stared at my desk, knowing that it didn’t have her head on it, and I couldn’t help but frown as I knew and realized that she was not going anywhere. The fucking bitch was still alive. The paper crumpled in my fist until the edges bit into my skin. A low growl escaped my throat.“Impossible,” I said to the empty room. “How the fucking hell did this happen? How was this mistake made?”The shooter had been given clear instructions. One shot. One target. No mistakes. I had paid for precision and for silence. I had expected results. Instead I had a woman who would not die and an Alpha who had turned his pack inside out looking for answers.Every border was being monitored. Patrols had been doubled. Visitors were searched and questioned. Nathan Lockwood mo
Brenda:I never thought I would hate hospitals as much as I did now.It was not the smell, and it was not the white walls, and it was not even the constant chorus of machines that reminded everyone how quickly life could change. What I could not stand was the waiting. The waiting that stretched and folded into every hour until hope felt like a fragile thing I could not hold without it slipping through my fingers.Thankfully, my dispute with Nathan seems to have perished, but the whole idea of the problem was still there. Because Mia did not open her eyes, and I didn’t even know when she was going to.I was sitting in the small family lounge on Mia’s floor when Rosalyn climbed onto the couch beside me. The little girl looked exhausted in a way that made my chest ache. The past week had taken a toll on everyone, but seeing it on a child felt especially cruel. She was quieter now, and knowing that she is a child who should be laughing and running and asking a million questions. Instead
Nathan:A week had passed since Mia had been laid in that hospital bed, and she still had not opened her eyes.The doctors kept giving me the same rehearsed reassurances every time they came through the door: her vitals were stable, her brain activity was normal, these things took time. Those sentences were meant to soothe, but they had become a mantra that only sharpened the edge of my impatience, because time was the one thing I felt like I was running out of.I pushed open the door to her room and froze the instant I saw who was sitting at the bedside. Brenda was there, perched on the small chair beside Mia’s bed, holding Mia’s hand as if she belonged there, and my jaw tightened so fast it hurt.I had been gone for less than two hours; I had left to handle a lead in the investigation and had made it perfectly clear before I left that nobody was to enter this room without my approval, especially not Brenda. And now that I was back and she was here, it took every bit of self control
Elijah:I found Brenda exactly where I had left her, curled into one of the waiting room chairs with her gaze fixed on the floor and the world around her reduced to a dull, distant hum.She looked exhausted in a way I had never seen before; her eyes were swollen from crying and her shoulders slumped as if the strength she usually wore like armor had been stripped away.I walked toward her quietly, not wanting to startle her, and when she did not notice me at first I let the silence stretch for a moment so she could gather whatever thread of composure she had left.“Hey,” I said softly, because there was nothing else to say that would make the ache in her voice go away. “How are you feeling?”Her lower lip trembled and she whispered, “She almost died,” the words barely audible, as if saying them louder would make them more real. “How am I supposed to feel, Elijah?”“She’s still here,” I said, and she shook her head, the motion small and desperate. “And she is going to be okay. The docto
Mia:I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.That was the only thought running through my head as I sat on the edge of Nathan’s bed wearing one of his shirts while an older woman calmly unpacked herbs and small glass bottles from a leather bag near the table.She was Nathan’s healer, which somehow
Mia:“You know that you don’t have to be cleaning the mess, right?” Nathan’s voice took me off guard as he walked into the room. “Though I am not even sure how this mess actually seemed to happen, but I would assume that a little princess would have been the reason behind it.”“She chose to play th
Mia:Rosalyn seemed completely determined to destroy Nathan’s room, and at that moment, it honestly felt like the only reasonable explanation for the chaos unfolding around us.She had somehow collected pillows from the couch area, blankets from the bed, and two stuffed toys from her own room, and
Vladimir:The bond broke, and I felt it instantly.It hit me with the brutal certainty of a blade to the ribs.It felt as if someone had reached into my chest and torn something vital out with their bare hands.Pain slammed through me so violently that I dropped to one knee beside my desk, my breat







