Lina's POV
I spent a full week in that hospital room.
The doctors came and went, their voices a blur of medical terminology and warnings. Prenatal vitamins. Bed rest. Avoid stress.
The words washed over me like water, but I held onto every single one. This baby inside me—*mine*—was everything now.
Every careful movement I made, every meal I forced myself to eat, every moment of rest I surrendered to—all of it was for *her*.
Or him. I didn't know yet. Didn't matter.
What mattered was that this life growing inside me was the only pure thing I had left.
The IV dripped. The machines beeped. And somewhere, in the quiet hours between midnight and dawn, I could almost hear my wolf, Aurora, whispering in my head, telling me to hold on.
*I'm holding on, Aurora. I promise.*
