Dana POV

　　"You think about me!? Did you even think about how you sleep with that bitch knowing that she has slain my parents, and now you act like you love me!!?" My words erupted like molten lava, fueled by the seething anger and betrayal that consumed me. The realization that Ares could betray me with someone who had caused me so much pain was a betrayal beyond comprehension, leaving me reeling with a mix of anguish and rage.

　　"I have my reasons, Dana. Please listen to me, be with me before you wed Bathel-"

　　"I don't want to," I interrupted him, my voice thick with anger and resentment. "I could never go back to you after what you did to me, Ares. Is this your devised plan with that bitch!?" I cried out, the bitterness of betrayal burning within me like a flame.

　　"I don't care about her!" Ares protested desperately, his voice cracking with emotion.

　　"Yes, you do-" I began to retort, but as he reached out to touch me, I recoiled instinctively, pushing him away with a force born of sheer indignation. Yet to my bewilderment, my hands met only empty air, leaving me to grapple with the chilling realization that he was no longer there.

　　"Why am I not able to touch you?" Ares' bewildered voice echoed through the shifting landscape, the world around us morphing into a surreal tableau of confusion and uncertainty.

　　But as the illusion unraveled before my eyes, a sense of clarity washed over me like a cleansing tide. It was all a facade, a mirage designed to obscure the harsh realities of my existence.

　　It was all fake.

　　It was all just a dream.

　　In reality, I found myself lying in the pack's healing room, the sterile surroundings a far cry from the comfort of my imagined sanctuary. The discomfort of my physical state served as a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

　　As consciousness slowly returned, I became aware of a gentle touch on my hand, the warmth of another's presence permeating the sterile air of the healing room. Bathel's voice, soft and reassuring, called out my name, drawing my attention to his familiar face beside me.

　　"Dana," he murmured, his touch a soothing balm against the turmoil of my thoughts.

　　"Bathel," I responded, my voice barely above a whisper as I closed my eyes momentarily, savoring the comfort of his affectionate gesture. His lips brushed against my cheek, a tender reassurance that spoke volumes of his unwavering devotion in the face of adversity.

　　Bathel's eyes bore the weight of sorrow as he sat vigil beside my bed, his grip on my hand a lifeline tethering him to the fragile thread of hope that held us together. His fear of letting go mirrored my own, a silent testament to the depth of our connection in the face of adversity.

　　The memory of the ordeal we had endured flooded my consciousness, each ache and pain a stark reminder of the trials we had faced. A soft groan escaped my lips as the blankets brushed against the tender spot of my injury, eliciting a sympathetic whisper of apology from Bathel.

　　"Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

　　I winced, the simple act of speaking exacerbating the pain that coursed through my body. "It's not your fault," I whispered.

　　"You..." Bathel's voice faltered.

　　"What?" I asked.

　　"You lost the baby. We lost it," he finally mustered the courage to say.

　　I felt as though the world had come crashing down around me, the reality of his words sinking in with a crushing weight that left me reeling. I couldn't believe it, couldn't accept the truth of what he was saying. But as the memories of the events that had unfolded flooded back, the truth became impossible to deny.

　　"W-What?" I stuttered, the words barely escaping my lips before a single tear slipped from my eye, quickly followed by an unstoppable torrent of emotion. At that moment, as grief and disbelief washed over me like a tidal wave, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

　　His eyes, once a source of strength and solace, now reflected the shattered remnants of our shared sorrow. Tears welled up, cascading down his cheeks in silent testament to the anguish that gripped us both.

　　"You had a miscarriage due to the attack orchestrated by the rogue, commanded by Blaire Van Everhart," his voice cracked with the weight of his revelation, each word a painful reminder of the cruelty that had robbed us of our future.

　　"No..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as the reality of his words sank in. "But that baby is a part of me-"

　　"Dana-" Bathel began, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and sympathy.

　　"It's done by Blaire!?" I cried out, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. Anguish and fury surged within me, threatening to consume me whole. In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating grip of my emotions, I attempted to rise from the bed, only to be met with searing pain.

　　Bathel gently eased me back down, his touch a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of our shattered dreams.

　　"Please, calm down..." Bathel's plea fell upon ears consumed by grief and rage, his words a feeble attempt to stem the tide of my anguish. But I found no solace in his entreaties, my heart rent asunder by the weight of our shared loss.

　　I shook my head in denial, the tears streaming down my face mingling with the torrent of emotions that threatened to engulf me. "No... Why!?" I cried out, my voice a raw expression of the agony that gripped my soul. "It's her again?" The realization pierced me like a blade, igniting a firestorm of fury and despair within me.