Chapter 155

DANTE'S POV

The room smelled like antiseptic and despair. It was small and cramped, with white walls that made everything feel colder.

Linda lay still on the bed, her face pale against the hospital sheets. For days, we had been here, waiting, hoping.

Her parents, Cynthia and Alpha Gregory of the Red Moon pack, hadn’t left her side. My mother, her eyes hollow from lack of sleep, stood behind them. The tension in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Finn paced near the door, his boots scraping the floor.

None of us spoke much. What could we say?

Linda had been in this strange state since the fall and none of us understood what was happening.

Just then, Linda stirred. It was barely a twitch at first—a flutter of her fingers.

Cynthia gasped, clutching Gregory’s arm so hard he winced. My mother straightened, her hand flying to the silver pendant she always wore.