The ride to the pack hospital felt too slow. Too long. Too uncertain. Inside the car, the tension was suffocating. Talon sat in the back seat, Diana cradled tightly in his arms, her body limp against his chest. One hand supported her back, the other pressed gently against her side—trying to slow the bleeding, trying to feel something… anything… that would tell him she was still fighting.
“Diana… come on,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost breaking. “Wake up, my love…”
There was no response. Not even the smallest movement. Not even a twitch. Panic tightened around his chest.
“Diana.”
Still nothing. Talon’s breathing grew uneven. His thumb brushed over her cheek, smearing a faint streak of dried blood.
“Can he drive faster?!” Talon suddenly snapped, his voice sharp and filled with ba
