The Rise of a Forsaken Luna
The silence hanging over the room grew heavier with every passing second, suffocating the tiny spark of hope we were all desperately clinging to.
Even Nicola's frantic movements had slowed down, his broad shoulders slouching as he stared blankly at the flatlining monitor. The machine's continuous, flat tone was a brutal melody that vibrated straight through the floorboards and into the metal frame of my bed.
“His aura is fading, Ina.”
My Lycan weakly announced into my mind even before Nicola stepped away from Rexton’s body defeatedly, whispering, “I have done everything I can think of… He is gone.”