~ Knox ~
The waiting is a living hell. The medical staff closed off the viewing area, meaning we were waiting in the corridor outside the theatre room.
My body had sunk me to the floor and I hadn’t moved since. I planned to stay here for as long as it took to complete her operation.
My knees were up as my hands pulled on to my hair. My wolf was whimpering internally, his own agony distressing me even further.
Over and over I kept playing out what must have happened, how long she must have been alone for…how I was going to make a playful comment until I realised she was in immense pain.
Alpha Hector’s eyes keep moving into a mind-link only for it to be cut short and a growl to escape him. He was pacing the corridor, my assumption that his mate kept pushing him out of the mind-link. He was barely keeping it together.
We had been here for hours, with no news…no update. Jaxon just as frantic, he must have tried Jace’s number hundreds of times. Poor Jace, when he finally sees his phone, the number of missed calls with send him into a frenzy.
But he was right to do so, he needs to be here…he needs to know.
She’s going to be okay, she has to be. The silver bullets won’t have poisoned her. As soon as they get those out, she’ll start to recover…she has to. I’m not prepared to hear any other words but that she will make it through.
Alora stands at the end of the corridor, Ezra holding her as she cries onto his shoulder. The sound not doing any of us any good. Each time Hector paces the corridor, he stops, turning and sending a scowl in Alora’s direction.
The tension was tangible, taste-able on the tip of my tongue. We were all worried, we were all wrecks.
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