Chapter 92

Victoria The pack hospital smelled of antiseptic and quiet misery. Every step echoed too loudly in the sterile corridor, reminding me how fragile even wolves could be when cut down in battle. Emma walked beside me, brushing her hand against mine from time to time—her silent way of saying I'm here, breathe. "How is he?" I asked softly when I reached Enzo's bed. Lilith was there, thinner than yesterday, her eyes ringed with exhaustion. Her voice cracked. "He woke once last night, but only for a moment. The doctors say the bleeding has stopped, but his wolf is struggling to heal. Before he went under again, he called your name. He… he feels guilty for what he did." A lump rose in my throat. Part of me wanted to believe that guilt meant redemption. Another part whispered he could break me again if I let him too close. "That's why I'm giving him another chance," I said quietly. "He's still my brother. Still our pack." Lilith clung to me, her arms desperate and shaking. "When he wakes again,