Thoren
“She’s declining.”
The words hit harder than I expected. Harder than the doctor probably intended.
I didn’t react at first.
Not on the surface.
Inside, I unraveled.
Nevara lay pale and still in the bed—her skin too cold, her breathing too light, her presence slipping further from me with every passing minute. I stared at her chest, willing it to rise stronger, deeper. But nothing changed. The machines around her beeped on, steady but hollow, like they were mocking me.
“Explain,” I said.
The doctor hesitated. I didn’t have the patience for it.
“Now.”
He folded his arms across his chest, his face set with quiet resignation. “You already know what I’m going to say.”
“Say it anyway.”
He looked over at Nevara, and the edge in his voice softened. “Wolves aren’t like Lycans. Th
