AMBER POV
The tension in the hallway was suffocating, thick with unspoken worries and the weight of endless waiting. We were still gathered outside the surgical room with Killian when the doors burst open. Dr. Smith, his scrubs stained with the aftermath of hours of work, stepped out looking exhausted but steady. Killian rushed to him, his body taut like a string ready to snap.
"How is she?" he stuttered, his voice raw and cracking. He was on the verge of collapse, his hands clenched into fists as if bracing for the worst.
I stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on his back, feeling the tremors running through him. Autumn stirred inside me, her instincts kicking in as a soothing calm radiated outward. She was adamant that our Luna gift was already working, and I trusted her.
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