Chapter 22

Wren's POV

The silence in the room pressed in like iron.

I stood there, barely breathing, eyes fixed on the fragile body in the hospital bed. She hadn't moved. Not once. Not even a twitch.

"Lyla," I said softly. My voice didn't shake-but inside, my wolf was restless.

"It's Wren," I continued. "You hated me enough to recognize my voice, didn't you?"

She didn't respond, but I kept talking anyway.

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