Waking Without Light
Luna woke up thirty-six hours later.
I'd stayed by her side the entire time, refusing to move, barely eating, just watching her breath. Adrian brought me food I didn't taste. Katherine checked her vitals every hour. Marcus handled the pack business I couldn't focus on.
But I stayed. Waiting.
When her eyes finally opened, the first thing I noticed was the color.
They were still silver, but duller. Like tarnished metal instead of polished moonlight.
"Mama?" Her voice was hoarse, weak.
"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." I grabbed her hand, squeezing gently. "How do you feel?"
"Tired. Thirsty." She tried to sit up, winced. "Everything hurts."
"You pushed yourself really hard. Your body needs time to recover." I helped her drink water. "Do you remember what happened
