POV: Luna"Come."The word settles behind my eyes, warm, pulling at something deep in my chest that wants to stop fighting. My shoulders drop before I can stop them. My jaw unclenches.I push onto my elbows. My legs shake like they belong to somebody else.Flint catches my wrist before my feet hit the ground. His shoulder is still bandaged where I pulled Draven's rot out with my own hands. He looks at the wound. Looks away. Looks at the tent pole instead."My Queen, no. Your body needs rest. Healer said twelve hours, minimum.""How long was I under?" The words scrape out thin."Three hours.""Three hours." I get past him, one hand on the tent pole. "And nobody woke me.""Aiden gave the order." Flint backs up, both palms raised. "Said if your heart stopped, he'd start it again himself.""Aiden can restart me after I've saved his pack."I shove through the flap. The Link presses under my skin, faint and clogged. Static. Distant pulses I can barely sort into individual minds.The stairs
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