Endless Night ( Raina)

Kaylie’s POV

I stare at Inggrid’s lifeless body, my heart pounding, my thoughts a chaotic blur.

Who is she, really?

Just now, I only nodded, to calm her down, to acknowledge her. I didn’t want to set her off. I recognized her, but not fully. Not yet.

And now... she’s lying in front of me.

In front of my husband.

I can still see it, the first time I met Lucas. The day Leah died.

I had just been assigned to the hospital deep in the woods, the one no other doctor wanted. Too remote. Too dangerous. But for me? An orphan with nowhere else to go, that hospital felt like a miracle. A place that finally wanted me.

That’s where I found her, Leah. Lucas’s wife. Bleeding out. Barely breathing. Alone.

She didn’t have much time.

I did what I was trained to do delivered her baby with trembling hands in the middle of the jungle. Adam. The moment he cried, he reached out for me like he already knew who I was. And when Leah’s heart gave out, Adam clung to me like I was the last piece of her left.

From that moment on… I became his mother.

And slowly, painfully, Lucas let me into his shattered world.

I became his second mate.

We were strangers, pulled together by grief. I held him through sleepless nights, through nightmares and regrets. We built something fragile, something beautiful out of pain.

A year ago, we sealed our bond in a quiet, perfect ceremony. Just us and the pack. No grand audience just love, joy, and hope.

And then Blake attacked.

He took the omegas stole them to breed his twisted army. His agony bled into ours.

Now I carry Lucas’s child.

I’m Luna of the Blue Sapphire Pack. Lucas is preparing to claim the Alpha King title in six months. We have a future.

Or we did until tonight.

Inggrid. The omega I once saved. She came to me not to reunite, but to warn me. A disaster is coming. Alpha Alex, Lucas’s rival for the Alpha King title has joined forces with Blake’s mother. The witch. The one burning with vengeance. I killed her son… and now she’s coming for everything I love.

“Kaylie… what happened?” Lucas’s voice pulls me back from the edge.

I drop to my knees beside Inggrid. Her skin is cold. My fingers scramble over her neck, her wrist, anywhere for a pulse.

Nothing.

No. No, no, no.

I start compressions. Hands pressing into her chest. One minute. Two. Three. Still nothing.

“Inggrid, please,” I beg, gasping. “You made it all the way here. Don’t stop now.”

I press harder. Again. Again.

“What disaster? Why do I need a witch stronger than Blake’s mother? What are you talking about?!”

Tears spill. My voice breaks.

“You came to warn me. You can’t leave now. You can’t!”

But she doesn’t move.

Memories of her flicker through my mind, her trembling hands when I rescued her, her terrified eyes. Her strength. Her silence.

I grip her hand. Desperate. Shaking.

“You’re not giving up on me,” I whisper, choking. “Do you hear me? I won’t let you go. Fight, Inggrid. Please, fight.”

But her body remains still.

Lucas kneels beside me. Adam in his arms.

“She’s gone, Kaylie,” he says quietly.

No. No. I collapse beside her, unable to breathe. My chest tightens.

“What happened to you, Inggrid?” I whisper, stunned. “You were just a girl. How can you be…?”

Then I see it.

Black blood.

Leaking from her ears. Her nose. Her eyes.

“What the hell?” I whisper. “Lucas, what is this?”

He shakes his head. His eyes are wide.

Doctors rush over. Professors gather around us in a stunned hush.

“This is… unnatural,” Professor Ligman mutters. “Blood doesn’t flow like this after death. Not this color. Not black.”

“Could it be dark magic?” one of the doctors asks, frowning.

“We need an autopsy,” Ligman says, turning to me. “Kaylie, she came to you. Do we have your consent?”

I glance at Lucas.

Don’t let them, he says through our mind-link. They’re human. They won’t understand. I’ve already told Adrien to prepare at our hospital. We take her back with us.

I nod.

Ligman takes it as agreement. “Good. Then we’ll begin”

“No,” I cut in, sharp and cold. “There won’t be an autopsy here.”

Ligman blinks. “What?”

“She was under my care. She worked with me. She’s our responsibility. We’ll handle this ourselves. At our hospital.”

There’s silence.

Then Ligman nods, stepping back. “Very well, go ahead.”

The crowd begins to clear.

Lucas stands and holds out his hand. “The helicopter’s waiting. Let’s go home.”

I take his hand, rising to my feet like I’m sleepwalking. My eyes don’t leave Inggrid’s body.

My mind spins.

What disaster?

What darkness?

What did she mean?

As we walk away, I whisper to Lucas, “What’s coming for us?”

He doesn’t answer.

The questions linger in my mind like dark clouds in an endless night. It settles in the air, cold, heavy and haunting like a warning we can’t yet answer