Slowly, the sounds of the monitors grow closer together, getting back to a more normal beat. His chest rises with a loud sigh before he relaxes into the bed. I lean forward, my eyes moving to his torso as the dark purple spidery veins begin to grow more pale. They still stretch across his torso, but the lighter color gives me a bit of relief.
“It’s working. We did it,” I mutter, unable to hold in the sob of relief.
“Alpha Ethan will be fine, thanks to you, Fiona.”
Nodding, I slip my hand into Ethan’s, holding tightly even as my mind blurs. I try to focus on Ethan, on the numbers on his monitor, on the rise and fall of his chest, but I can’t. A wave of emotions crashes over me, creeping in to accompany the darkness that seeps into my vision.
My body slumps forward and someone yells s
