Lilith sat with her mother in silence for a long time. Just holding her hand. Just being in the same room. Just existing as a daughter who hadn’t completely fallen apart yet.
The afternoon light shifted through the window. Outside, Shadowmere pack territory carried on without them. Warriors trained. pack members worked. Life moved forward for everyone except the two women in this hospital room.
A knock came at the door.
Dr. Reeves entered, older woman, kind eyes, the hospital’s chief medical officer. She’d been kind the last time Lilith saw her, back when everything was falling apart.
She was still kind.
"Lilith," She said, nodding to her. "I’m glad you got to come. How are you holding up?"
She didn’t answer directly. Instead, she asked: "How is she really? Not the version you tell other visitors. The truth."
Dr. Reeves sat down. The fact that she sat down, that she took time, meant something.
"Stable," he said. "Her body is strong. Stronger than I expected, honestly. The first week, I wasn’t sure she’d make it. But Cassandra is a fighter. She’s holding on."
"But she’s not waking up."
"No." She was quiet for a moment. "Mate bond rupture is... it’s a particular kind of trauma. The body survives but the mind sometimes needs more time to catch up. The psychological component is significant."
Lilith understood. Her mother’s mate bond had been shattered when her father died.
"Will she wake up?" Lilith asked.
"I believe she will," Dr. Reeves said. And she could hear the certainty in her voice. "Her vitals are improving. Week by week, she’s getting stronger. She’s stabilizing. I don’t have a timeline, but I believe your mother will wake up."
She paused.
"The care here has been comprehensive," she added carefully. "The Blackwoods’ arrangements are... generous. I won’t pretend that doesn’t matter. The facilities, the attention, the technology....Cassandra is receiving care that most packs couldn’t provide."
Lilith understood what she was saying underneath the words. The Blackwoods had paid for excellent care. The Blackwoods were keeping their agreement. And now Lilith owed them for that. Now she understood exactly how much she owed them.
"Thank you," she said. "For taking care of her."
"Of course." She stood. "You should have more time. The visit is scheduled until five o’clock. I’ll be here if you need me."
She left her alone with her mother again.
***
Hours later, Lilith was still holding her mother’s hand.
Sometimes she talked. Sometimes she was silent. She traced the veins on her mother’s wrist. She looked at her face, so peaceful in unconsciousness, so broken by loss.
"Wake up, Mom," she whispered as the light began to change. "Not right now if you’re not ready. But soon. Because I have things to tell you and most of them I can’t say to anyone else. And I’m running out of room to hold them all by myself."
At 4:55 PM, the driver came to collect her.
Lilith kissed her mother’s forehead, squeezed her hand one last time, and walked out of Room 304 carrying the weight of everything she hadn’t said.
The drive back took four hours.
But this time, Lilith didn’t look out the window at the landmarks. This time, she stared straight ahead and rebuilt herself completely.
By the time the Blackwood estate came into view, she was composed. Professional. Ready.
The driver escorted her inside, and she found all three brothers in the main sitting room. Nicholas by the windows, Sebastian in one of the leather chairs, Lucian leaning against the far wall. They turned to look at her as she entered, and she could see the hunger in their eyes.
Hunger to know. Hunger to hear. Hunger to understand what she’d learned today.


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