Laura's pov
I don’t know what was louder—the sirens howling through the hospital or the thundering inside my chest.
Luna was gone.
I could still feel her scream vibrating in the air, like a ghost refusing to be silenced. Her name echoed in my mind, over and over, until it became a wail I couldn’t stop hearing.
I clutched the blanket tighter around me, the trembling in my hands refusing to settle. “Please,” I whispered, “please let her be okay.”
“Elijah!” I shouted as soon as I heard footsteps burst into the room.
He looked wild—his shirt half-untucked, jaw clenched, eyes full of fear. “She took Luna,” he said, like the words were knives in his throat. “Elane took your sister.”
My lungs seized. “No.”
“I’ll get her back,” he swore, coming to my side, sinking to his knees. “I swear to
