“She’s slipped into a coma,” Dr. Jefferson said, his voice carefully neutral. “We’re hopeful she’ll come out of it. Her vitals have stabilized, but from here on, it’s up to her—and her wolf. You can see your daughter now.”
Darian didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen. My Alpha mark began to burn subtly on my skin. It wasn’t pain, but it was pressure—a warning. Something was off. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew the unease wasn’t just coming from the situation. It was coming from him.
“Darian,” I said, stepping toward him, “you need to calm down. Let’s go see your daughter.”
Dr. Jefferson cleared his throat. “Would this be a good time to take the swab for the DNA test you requested?”
Darian didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink. The doctor looked to me, confused. Mara stepped forward.
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