Heath’s POV
I was afraid to blink. Afraid that if I looked away for even a second, the tiny miracle from earlier would disappear.
Rosalie had moved. Not much. Just a twitch of her fingers beneath Posy’s hand. But it was enough to c***k open the suffocating darkness that had swallowed this room for days. Enough to make hope dangerous again.
So I stayed exactly where I was.
Posy slept curled against Rosalie’s side while I sat beside them both, one hand resting protectively on my daughter’s back and the other wrapped tightly around Rosalie’s limp fingers.
The room was dim now. Quiet except for the steady hum of machines.
Willow had finally convinced Rayven to leave for a few hours. The pack still needed its Alpha, even if his heart was here with us.
But I couldn’t leave. Wouldn’t. Not
