Mariah's POVThe sound of light footsteps in the hallway reached me just before the door to my room creaked open. My parents were the first to step in, their faces breaking into expressions of pure relief when they saw I was awake."Oh, sweetheart," my mom whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she hurried to my side. "You're awake." She leaned down, kissing my forehead before taking my hand in hers, her fingers warm and gentle.My dad stood behind her, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a rare softness. He gave me a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was enough. He didn't need to say anythingâhis presence alone was comforting."Thank God, Mariah," he muttered, his voice hoarse with unshed tears. He squeezed my hand before turning to Nick, who still sat by my side, never straying too far. "You've been through hell."Nick, who had been holding my hand ever since I woke up, gave a small nod but didn't speak. His eyes remained glued to me, like he was afrai
Joshâs POVI donât remember walking to Juliaâs guest room. One moment, I was standing outside of Mariahâs hospital room, my mind a mess, my body restless with emotions I couldnât untangle. The next, I was here, standing at her door, my heart hammering against my ribs like a war drum.The bond is suffocating. It pulls at me, demanding I be near her, touch her, claim her. But JuliaâJulia is hesitant.I swallow hard and lift my hand, knocking twice before I can second-guess myself.Silence.For a moment, I think she wonât answer. That maybe sheâs ignoring me, or worseâmaybe sheâs inside, regretting everything.Then, the door creaks open.Julia stands there, bathed in the dim glow of her porch light, her dark eyes meeting mine with something unreadable. Sheâs barefoot, her hair loose and messy, and the sight of her like thisâsoft, unguardedâhits me like a punch to the gut.Sheâs beautiful.And sheâs mine.The thought shakes me to my core.âWhat are you doing here, Josh?â Her voice is quie
Mariah's POVA breath shudders from my lips, my body aching as if Iâve been torn apart and stitched back together again. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, my limbs sluggish, my throat raw. Every part of me protests as I force my eyes open, the dim light above me sending a dull throb through my skull.âNick?â My voice is barely above a whisper, but itâs enough.A choked sound breaks the silence, raw and filled with so much emotion it makes my chest tighten. I blink slowly, my vision still blurred, but I donât need to see clearly to recognize the warmth surrounding me, the familiar scent of pine and earth that grounds me even as my body trembles.Nick.The bed shifts slightly, and then his face comes into focus. His usually sharp, confident eyes are red-rimmed, his jaw clenched so tightly I can see the strain in his expression. He looks wrecked. Like heâs been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for far too long.âYouâre awake,â he breathes, his voice breaking as he grips
Nickâs POVThe moment I step into the hospital room her parents give me a sad smile, my heart clenches like a fist inside my chest.âWe will go home and get some of her things.â Jennifer says and I nod. Her and her husband leave the room leaving Josh and me staring silently at Mariah. The steady beep of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, but even that doesnât ease the fear curling in my gut.Mariah lies still, too still. Her dark lashes rest against her pale cheeks, her body fragile beneath the thin white blanket. Wires snake from her arms, monitors tracking her every breath, yet she seems so⊠lifeless.I stop at the foot of the bed, frozen, unable to take another step. My body screams at me to move, to touch her, to make sure sheâs real, but my mind is stuck in the memories of the past few hoursâthe fear, the chase, the moment I thought Iâd never see her again.I should have been there.The guilt crashes into me like a tidal wave, drowning out everything else
Nickâs POVThe tension in the air is thick as we make our way down the hall toward the interrogation room. My mind is still reeling from what the two women did for Mariah. They risked everything to save her, and I need to know exactly what happenedâand whoâs responsible.But something feels⊠off.Josh has been quiet. Too quiet. His footsteps are heavy beside me, but his energy is all over the place. His usual steady presence feels⊠unhinged. His breathing is sharp, his fists clenching and unclenching like heâs barely keeping himself from losing control.âJosh, you good?â I ask, glancing at him as we approach the door.âYeahâŠâ His voice is strained, but his jaw is locked so tight Iâm surprised he hasnât cracked a tooth.But the second I open the door, everything changes.The moment the scent of the two women hits the air, Josh freezes beside me like heâs been hit by a freight train.âJosh?â I say again, but heâs not listening.His entire body goes rigid, his eyes locking onto the small
Mariahâs POV (In Her Mind)Darkness. Thick and suffocating.It wraps around me like a heavy blanket, pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I donât know how long Iâve been here. Days? Weeks? Time doesnât exist in this place. Itâs just me and the emptiness, stretching endlessly in every direction.âIs this what death feels like?âThe thought whispers through my mind, chilling me to the core. But no⊠no, I canât be dead. I refuse to believe that. Thereâs too much left unfinished. Too many people who need me.âNickâŠâHis name echoes through my mind, a lifeline in the sea of nothingness. I hold onto it tightly, letting the memory of his touch, his voice, his love, ground me. I picture his faceâthose intense, stormy eyes filled with worry, his jaw clenched in determination. I know heâs out there, searching for me, refusing to give up.âIâm still here,â I whisper to him, even though I know he canât hear me. âIâm fighting. Please donât give up on me.âBut the bond between us feelsâŠ
Nick POVThe hot water rushes over me, steam filling the small bathroom as I stand under the showerhead, trying to clear my mind. Every muscle in my body aches from the relentless search, my body exhausted but my mind wide awake. I cannot relaxânot yet. Mariah is still out there somewhere, and I cannot afford to stop. My wolf is pacing inside me, restless, demanding action.I finish rinsing off, grabbing the soap, but I am barely focused on the task at hand. My thoughts keep drifting back to herâMariah. Her absence, the broken pack link between us, the pain I canât shake. Every minute that passes without her feels like an eternity. I can feel the loss deep in my chest, and the desperation is eating at me. Iâm lost in my thoughts when my dadâs voice comes in my head.âNick, we have news. They found Mariah.â My father says through the mind-link.I stop mid-motion, the bar of soap slipping from my hand and falling to the floor with a dull thud. My breath catches in my throat as the words
Nick POVWe all sit in my fatherâs office quiet and trying to process what just happened. My father made calls to the pack hospital and had people go from house to house to make sure no pack members passed and that everyone was accounted for in the pack. After of few hours we found out that all the pack members where here and that no one recently passed in the pack hospital. There were a few pack members that were away either on vacation or business trips but their family members where able to get in contact with them. The only person that is from the pack and we have no contact with is Mariah. The scream of anguish that Mariahâs mom let out when my father said it must have been Mariahâs pack link that he felt break, broke something in me.(We have to find her.) Rose said breaking the silence.(Where would we even look?) Taylor says.(I donât care where you look, we canât just sit here and do nothing my baby needs to be found so that I can give her a proper burial.) Mariahâs mom sobs.
Mariah POVI have lost track of the days I been here; it feels like I been here for ages. Every day I think about my family, my friends and my mate; I wonder if they are still looking for me or if they have given up. The only people I see is Austin when he brings me an apple and a water and his stepsister Julia when she sneaks in to keep me company, she has become a friend and I barely get to see Mila but when she does come, she has Austin tie me up while she mocks me and warns me that my pups and my time is coming. I donât know what she means by that but I have a feeling Iâm not going to like it either.I woke up today feeling on edge I donât know why but I have a feeling something is going to happen. I sit on the chair and rub my stomach while I talk to my pups; I have a little bump and I started feeling some movement. âWhat do you guys think your daddy doing right now.â I ask my pups; I donât know if they can hear me but I donât have anyone to speak to so I talk to them. I close my