Cassian:
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12 hours passed in a blur with doctors and nurses going and coming out of the ICU to check on her. I asked them about her condition so far, and it has all been positive responses.
I stand to check on her.
I look through the window; she looks so small on the bed, her fragile frame hooked up to wires, monitors, and machines that beep in rhythm with her uneven breaths.
My chest tightens.
She shouldn’t be here. She should be laughing, arguing with me, and scolding me for being reckless. Not lying still like this.
Luke’s voice cut through my storm of emotions.
“Alpha, your mother keeps calling, and your...” he says carefully, and scratching the back of his head, he continues, “Miss Melinda too.”
I drag a hand over my face, exhaustion making my bones heavy. The phone buzzes
