Emily's POV
The next morning, Leo and I arrived at the hospital, coffees in hand and spirits cautiously optimistic. But nothing could have prepared us for the scene that greeted us when we entered Luca's room.
Alpha Christ stood at the foot of the bed, his imposing presence filling the small space. Luna Olivia – my mom – was bent over Luca's leg, her hands glowing with an otherworldly light. And Luca? He looked like he was trying very hard not to scream.
"Mom?" I blurted out, nearly dropping my coffee. "What are you doing?"
Olivia looked up, a bright smile on her face that contrasted sharply with Luca's pained grimace. "Emily, sweetie! You look good. Isn't it obvious? I'm helping Luca with his bones. We can't have such a handsome boy becoming a cripple, now can we?"
I almost choked on
