All Chapters of Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"She's in shock," the Ironwood Pack doctor told me when they managed to stabilize Iris. "Hypovolemic shock. It's what happens when the blood loss from a miscarriage is too much." I kept glancing back at Iris. A nurse was still beside her, readjusting the IV line that had come loose. "Is that what caused the..." "The seizures, yes," the doctor replied. "Step outside with me and I'll explain things to you. We shouldn't disturb her." My hands were sweaty, and I was scared. Iris was unconscious right now, her pulse barely there. I could hear it fluttering rapidly like it was struggling. Even though I didn't want to be away from her for even a second, I let the doctor lead me out of the room and into her office. She offered me a chair, then pulled up Iris's chart. "Will this happen again?" I asked. "The seizures? Is she in danger?" "It's hard to say at this point. We'll have to run a few more tests, and they're already in motion. We didn't expect things to go like this. Since she fo

I couldn't sleep. The room was dark, the machines humming their quiet rhythm, Iris's chest rising and falling in the bed beside me. She was pale against the white sheets, her face slack, her lips slightly parted. She looked alive, but just barely. I should have been relieved — I was relieved. But beneath the relief was something else. I was restless, and that restlessness crawled under my skin, and wouldn't let me close my eyes for more than a few minutes at a time. Every time I started to drift, I saw her on the ground, covered in blood, so much blood. I remembered the way she'd looked so helpless when she'd been transferred to a stretcher at the doors of the hospital, and wheeled into the operating room. I could still hear her stuttering heartbeat, and it haunted me. Many times, that weak heartbeat had paused for longer than was normal, and my own heart almost gave out each time at the thought that each breath would be her last. I sat up, scrubbing my hands over my face. The chai

The drive back to Silver Creek was the longest I'd ever endured. Every bump in the road made Iris wince. Every shadow that passed over her face made my chest tighten. She was seated beside me, a few pillows propped around her to ease her discomfort. The doctor has suggested an ambulance so Iris could remain lying down, but she stubbornly refused. With her broken arm cradled in her lap, she stared out the window, her eyes fixed on something I couldn't see. She hadn't spoken since we left Ironwood. I hadn't spoken either. I was jittery, my thoughts scattered. Shortly after she was found, Lily told me she'd been moved to the pack hospital. It was almost funny how blind I'd been. Max had really been bold enough to kidnap my sister and hide her in my own pack, right under my nose. And Sage... She'd been trapped and alone for months. Would she hate me now? Would she resent me for not saving her sooner? Lily was waiting when we pulled up to the pack hospital. Her eyes red-rimmed, but she

The days that followed blurred together. I spent most of them in the hospital, moving between Iris's room and Sage's, watching them both heal in different ways. Sage got stronger every day. The color returned to her cheeks. Her voice grew louder. As expected, she began ordering the nurses around and complaining about the food.Iris didn't get stronger, not in the same way. She ate when I reminded her. She slept when the medication made her. She answered questions when people asked. But that was all. It was obvious something was missing from her. Something I couldn't name and didn't know how to fix.Doctor Ethel pulled me aside again on the third day."She's asking to leave," I said before she could speak."I know. Her discharge date is still at least a week away, maybe longer. She's healing fine, physically." Doctor Ethel's expression was careful and professional. "But I'm concerned about her mental state.""She's grieving.""I understand that. But she's also withdrawing. The nurses h

The word dropped into the silence like a stone into still water.No one moved.Sage's face had gone pale. Her hand was gripping my arm, her eyes locked on Saoirse. Her wolf was still unsettled, but now I could understand why. Finding your fated mate was a major event in the lives of werewolves. It was apparently powerful enough to rouse a comatose wolf. "Mate," Sage repeated, her voice shaky.Saoirse stared back at her, frozen. Her expression was unreadable, but her hands were clenched into fists at her sides."That's not possible," she said flatly.Sage flinched, and so did I. That sounded like a rejection. Her arm tightened on my arm like she needed something to hold onto, and she seemed to shrink into herself. No one was expecting this. What were the odds? Not only was Saoirse a witch, but she was also in a love with Lily, who happened to be Sage's best friend. They were practically sisters. I looked at Lily. She looked like she'd been hit by a truck, but she was still silent.