Orion’s POV:
— Three Years Ago —
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the doctors wheel her into the emergency room. Their hurried movements, the clipped urgency in their voices, the sharp beeping of the monitors—it all blurred together in a chaotic mess. My breathing turned ragged, uneven.
She was covered in blood. Too much blood.
I barely registered Dr. Alexei disappearing behind the emergency doors with them. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms.
Zyon stood behind me, a steady presence in the storm, his hand gripping my shoulder.
"Why was there so much blood?" I muttered, my voice hoarse.
Miscarriages happened. I had seen them before. I had even witnessed two myself. But this—this felt different. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Zyon’s fing
