#Chapter 94： Instinct

Arthur had been unconscious for what felt like an eternity. His breaths were shallow, and his skin never regained an ounce of color. I was starting to wonder if he would ever wake up. Maybe Noah had messed up the change somehow. His body lay still, a fragile vessel suspended between life and death. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the beeping of the machines. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my heart heavy with despair. The nurse had come and gone, but I had barely acknowledged her presence. How could I when the love of my life was slumped over and chained to the wall? How could I focus on anything when everything had been ripped away from me? As the hours passed, the air around him grew heavy, carrying a scent that sent shivers down my spine. It was the scent of a wild death, the primal essence of something ancient and untamed. Even when they started to burn, my eyes never left Arthur's face, searching for any sign of life. Then it happened. His eyelids