Ravyn
Three days after the facility’s destruction, Ravyn sat in the medical wing of the Northern Pack’s main compound, watching Dr. Elena Martinez—who had flown in from Denver—examine Hope with the kind of gentle expertise that reminded everyone why she was one of the country’s leading neonatal specialists.
“Her lung development is remarkable for twenty-four weeks,” Dr. Martinez said, adjusting Hope’s tiny breathing apparatus. “The hybrid physiology is definitely accelerating her recovery. At this rate, she may not need mechanical ventilation much longer.”
Rachel sat beside the incubator, her hand gently stroking her daughter’s tiny arm. The young mother had barely left Hope’s side since their rescue, and the bond between them was growing stronger every hour.
“What about long-term prog
