LUCIAN SLADE

For two days, Aurora lay unconscious in the bed. The doctor said she had lost a lot of blood, so the healing process would take days. Days that felt longer than any battle I had ever fought. Days where time dragged cruelly, mocking my impatience and unease.

The Omega had been off and on, but the physical scars on her body were beginning to close up as expected. Still, every shallow breath she took made my chest tighten, as though my wolf was counting them, afraid one might be her ...