Three days.
It had been three days since Lilith woke up in Nicholas’s bed with a partial mark on her throat and holes in her memory and the overwhelming knowledge that she was not what she thought she was.
Three days of sleeping and waking and sleeping again, her body exhausted in a way that went deeper than physical tiredness. Three days of Agnes bringing her food and sitting with her while she picked at it, not pushing her to talk but just being there. Three days of Nicholas checking on her with careful eyes and Lucian hovering in doorways without coming in and Sebastian....
Sebastian stayed away.
Not entirely. She could feel him through the incomplete bond, could sense when he was close even when she could not see him. The bond pulled at her constantly, an ache in her chest that never quite went away, and she knew without asking that he was suffering too.
But he did not come to her room. Did not push her. Did not ask her to make a decision she was not ready to make.
And somehow that made it worse.
Lilith was sitting by the window in her bedroom, she had moved back to her own room the day after she woke up, unable to stay in Nicholas’s space any longer when Agnes knocked and entered with a tray.
"Lunch, dear," Agnes said, setting it on the small table. "You need to eat something."
"I’m not hungry." Lilith said looking at her.
"You haven’t been hungry for three days and you’re going to waste away if you keep this up." Agnes’s voice was gentle but firm. "At least try."
Lilith looked at the tray....soup and bread and fruit and felt her stomach turn. But Agnes was right. She had barely eaten since waking up and her body was already weak. She needed to take care of herself even if she did not feel like it.
She moved to the table and picked up the spoon, forcing herself to take a bite of soup. It was warm and well-seasoned and tasted like nothing.
Agnes sat in the chair across from her and watched with patient eyes. After a moment she said quietly, "How are you feeling?"
"I don’t know," Lilith admitted. "Confused. Scared. Tired. Name it"
"That’s understandable given what you’ve been through."
Lilith set the spoon down and looked at Agnes. "Do you know what I am?"
Agnes was quiet for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "I know you’re not entirely wolfless. I’ve suspected that for a while now."
"Why didn’t you say anything?"
"Because it wasn’t my place to tell you something the Alphas were still trying to understand themselves." Agnes leaned forward slightly. "And because I didn’t want to frighten you."
"Well I’m frightened now." she replied, looking at her hand.
"I know, dear. But you’re also still here. Still breathing. Still fighting." Agnes reached across the table and covered Lilith’s hand with her own. "You’re stronger than you think child."
Lilith wanted to believe that. Wanted to feel strong instead of fragile and broken and utterly lost.
"The incomplete bond," she said quietly. "Does it hurt him? Sebastian?"
Agnes’s expression softened. "Yes. Very much."
"How bad?" she asked.

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