The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and desperation. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the sterile air, each electronic pulse a mocking reminder that Asher's heart still beat while his wolf remained trapped in darkness. Scarlet sat hunched in the uncomfortable VIP chair, her fingers wrapped around her cousin's limp wrist like a lifeline. His skin felt cool beneath her touch, the golden undertones that usually spoke of his wolf's vitality faded to a sickly pallor.
Forty-seven hours. Two days without his eyes opening. Two days since the world had shattered.
Scarlet's gaze drifted to the digital clock on the wall as it ticked over to 3:16 AM with an almost audible click. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across Asher's still face. An IV line
