WILLOW'S POV
My boots clicked softly against the tiled floor as I followed the nurse down the hall of the hospital. Every step echoed in my ears.
“Is she awake?” I asked quietly.
The nurse nodded. “Yes, Delta. She’s stable now. She lost a lot of blood, but she’s healing well.”
I exhaled slowly. My chest loosened a little for the first time since the forest.
When the nurse stopped by the third door on the left and opened it, the smell of antiseptic and medicine drifted out. Harper lay on the bed, wrapped in clean bandages, her hair messy against the pillow. Her skin was pale but no longer ghostly.
“Thank you,” I said to the nurse before stepping inside.
Harper’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of my footsteps. A weak smile touched her lips. “Delta,” she breathed, her voice small an
