Lucian's POV
The morning of the surgery arrived with brutal swiftness. I hadn't slept more than an hour, my mind churning with thoughts of Lily, of Allison, of what might happen if things went wrong.
*She'll be fine,* Fenrir reassured me. *Our daughter is strong.*
Our daughter. The words still felt strange, wonderful and devastating all at once.
I arrived at the hospital two hours early, unwilling to risk even the slightest delay.
I'd arranged for the best surgical team in the country—specialists in pediatric liver transplants who'd flown in from three different cities. Money was no object when it came to ensuring Lily's safety.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as I approached the surgical ward. A text from Leo: *Everything's prepared for your departure next week. Border
