Chapter 48: Primal Attraction
Aria’s POV:
I sat by Lyraeus’ bedside, the weight of guilt pressing down on me like a physical burden. His face, usually so full of life and strength, was now pale and drawn. The curse had taken its toll, leaving him in the deep, unyielding coma. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his, and felt a pang of regret. If only I had been more aware, more attentive to the signs.
Minutes turned into hours as I stayed by his side, refusing to leave him alone to his suffering. I tended to his body, cleaned his face and whispered words of encouragement and reassurance, hoping against hope that he could hear me. The pack had grown concerned, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave him, not even for a moment.
That evening, as the moon cast its silver light throu
