Elena’s POV.
Two months had passed since the High Council clause Evelyn threw at us shattered whatever temporary peace Raymond and I rebuilt on that mountain.
Christmas was two days away.
I had thrown myself into work at Moon Pack Central Hospital with the same relentless focus I once used to survive medical school and the human world. Charts. Rounds. Procedures. Anything that kept my mind from drifting toward the man who still lived under the same roof.
The little boy on my examination table looked miserable. He had flushed cheeks, a runny nose, and struggled to keep his eyes open. The poor thing kept nagging that he wanted to go home and sleep. His mother hovered beside him, twisting the strap of her purse.
“It’s a straightforward case of flu,” I told her, offering a sympathetic smi
