Dane’s Pov
Three days.
Three whole days since Freya just… dropped.
Three days of staring at her lying in our bed, barely breathing, looking so small under all those blankets. Her hand in mine feels way too cold, no matter how many times I rub my thumb over her knuckles like that’s gonna fix anything.
I haven’t moved from this chair except to use the bathroom. George is parked on the other side, same deal. Neither of us has slept more than a couple snatched minutes here and there. We’re both running on coffee, fear, and stubbornness.
Miriam’s been in twice a day, every day. Checks her vitals, frowns, shakes her head. “Still no change, Alpha. I’m sorry.”
Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.
I keep reaching down the mate bond, searching for her. Nothing. Just this hollow, echoing space where
