“So, it’s been a bit... complicated. People are trying to pull it together. Lysandra took over the Violet Clan, and Arthur Seaver did the same with the Sea Moon Wolves... The Jade Moon people are listening to us for now, and the Rising Moon surrendered, too. A couple other packs lost their Alphas, so... And there are still people in severe conditions.”
Moon Goddess... I remember the stadium; it was a war scene. It’s been a few days, but how can we expect things to go back to normal so soon? With so many people dead, injured, or grieving...
And Damian. The Alpha King, being in a coma...
“What... what did Sylviana say?” I ask, full of hope.
Liam frowns. “She’s helpless. His injuries are... “
His voice breaks again, and he lowers his head. I see a couple of tears falling. Oh, Liam... I choke up, too, and a long silence follows. Neither of us wants to speak. I can only contemplate Damian.
Even when William or Elena come to visit, I don’t really react. All that time, I’m thinking. I’m thinking about Damian and me. About us. I’m so weak, but I don’t want to sleep a single second I might miss with him.
I feel calmer every second that passes by, and more resolute. Bobo notices the change in me but doesn’t say a thing. He can’t possibly know. He probably thinks I’m in denial, but that’s wrong. I can’t ignore the obvious.
He told the truth. Damian is dying.
My mate is in a deep coma right now. Tonia comes to visit me with the surgeon, but we talk more about Damian’s state than mine. The doctor explains it to me, but all I can remember is that his injuries are too great. It’s a miracle he’s still holding on, and Liam thinks it’s because of me, but… Ican’t feel him. To my wolf, Damian’s already in a place where I can’t reach him, and I can’t have that. I just can’t.
Every one of our friends visits us. All of them, and the Alphas that made it out too. They’re glad I woke up, but it’s impossible to ignore Damian’s fate. Those visits have a bitter taste, no matter how much we try to keep it in. Me, too. I don’t want to pretend I’m fine. I’m dead inside. This black hole is eating me up, destroying me as my mate is fading away.
When nighttime comes, I’m perfectly calm and waiting.
Liam never left his brother’s side a single second, neither did Bobo leave mine, even when the nurse came to change his bandages. Now, they are both dozing off on their chairs. I’m sitting up, looking at Damian.
A smell of wildflowers enters the room, one I’ve been waiting for.
“Good evening, Nora,” she whispers.
I smile gently to Sylviana as she approaches. She takes a quick stop to caress Liam’s hair, looking sorry for him and walks up to me. She sits on my bed, on the side where she can face Damian.
For a while, we both silently look at him.
“...Are you sure?” She asks.
I knew Sylviana would understand right away. I don’t know why I was so sure of it, but there wasn’t any need for me to explain anything— she just knew.
I slowly nod.
“Nora, you will most likely... Even if you’ve never been so powerful, his injuries...”
“I’ll do it anyway.”
She turns to me, but I keep speaking in a soft voice, not wanting to wake up the guys.
“I know, Sylviana. I will probably... not wake up, but it doesn’t matter. I just can’t let him die like this.”
“He wouldn’t want this...”
I shake my head. “It’s my choice. I’m probably acting selfish right now, but... I can’t live without him. And there’s Liam, Nate... The Blood Moon Clan, the other packs... So many people need him.”
“He needs you.”
I smile softly. That’s probably what Damian himself would say. I know that, but my decision is taken.
Sylviana understands and sighs. Her eyes shift to Liam. “Did you... say goodbye?”
I feel a tear rolling down my eye.
