Hailee’s POV
I jumped out of my bed, my eyes drifting to the wall clock. It was past 7 p.m. Without wasting a second, I grabbed the first jacket I could find and threw it over myself. My heart pounded—not from the rush, but from fear. Deep, soul-gripping fear. That dream... It wasn’t just a dream. I knew it wasn’t. My dreams never were. They were always signs. Warnings. And this one felt worse than any I’d ever had.
I flew down the stairs, thankful that Mom’s door was shut. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t explain. I slipped out of the house and slammed the door behind me. The cold air wrapped around me, biting at my skin—but I didn’t care. I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. Or his.
The streets were quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows around me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My feet hit the pavement hard and fast, my breath catching, my chest tight with panic. I didn’t even realize how far I’d come until I saw the glowing sign of the hospital in the distance.
When I pushed through the glass doors, a nurse turned sharply, startled to see me. A doctor raised a brow in surprise.
"Miss? Visiting hours are—"
But I didn’t stop. I rushed past them, my legs carrying me toward the hall I’d memorized earlier. I got to Nathan’s floor and saw two guards standing outside his room.
One of them stepped in my path. "You can’t go in right now—"
"Please," I panted. "I just... I need to see him. I had a feeling—something’s wrong. I swear I won’t do anything crazy. I just need to make sure he’s okay."
They exchanged a look, hesitating. Something in my voice—maybe the desperation—got to them. After a second, one of them gave a reluctant nod and stepped aside.
I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open and walked in quickly. There he was. Still lying there, unconscious. But something felt different. I rushed to his side and gently placed my hand on his bare chest, right over his heart. It was now or never. I could feel the flicker of energy rising inside me, my ability ready to surface. I closed my eyes, ready to call it forward...
Suddenly the door burst open.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Clara’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.
I froze. Before I could even turn, Nathan’s body jerked violently under my hand. The machines beeped rapidly.
Clara screamed. "DOCTORS! HELP!" She ran out, shouting down the hall. "I don’t know what she did to him, but I saw her! She touched him! She did something!"
I stood there, paralyzed. My mouth opened—but no words came out. I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t let anyone know about my ability.
Moments later, the room flooded with doctors and healers. One of them gently pushed me back. Another shouted orders. A nurse began checking his vitals.
"Everyone out!" a healer commanded. "Now!"
Clara gave me a glare full of suspicion and disgust before stepping back. I hesitated... but eventually backed away. I didn’t want to leave him. But I had no choice.
I stepped into the hallway as the door slammed shut behind me. I didn’t know how long I stood there, staring at the door. Seconds? Minutes? Then I heard rushed footsteps—several of them.
I turned just in time to see Alpha Dominic and Luna Benita round the corner, their expressions frantic.
"What happened?" Luna Benita asked, her voice high and panicked. "We got a call—Nathan’s vitals spiked?"
Before I could speak, Clara pointed straight at me.
"It was her," she snapped. "She did something to him. I walked in and saw her with her hand on his chest—and the moment she touched him, he started jerking like he was dying!"
My mouth fell open. "That’s not what happened—"
"Then what were you doing?" Alpha Dominic asked, his voice calm but cold, controlled but demanding. "Why were you in his room, Hailee?"
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