And the door shut in my face.
The lock clicked.
That sound hit harder than anything else.
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the closed door, struggling to breathe.
Then my strength gave out and I slid down to the floor.
If anything happened to him… if I lost Ezra…
I couldn’t even finish the thought.
Tears fell freely now as I wrapped my arms around myself. The hospital hallway felt too bright, too cold, too empty. Nurses passed by without stopping. No one dared approach the Luna who wasn’t really a Luna.
My breathing turned uneven. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Time blurred after that.
I don’t know how long I sat there.
All I could think about was—
please… let him be okay.
I leaned my head back against the wall, trying to steady my breath.
Then I heard it.
A soft click.
The door hadn’t fully closed.
It was slightly open.
My body stiffened instantly.
Voices drifted from inside.
I hesitated… then slowly moved closer, just enough to hear.
Mira spoke first.
“So the Winterfell Pack is really going to launch an attack on Ironvale? Without warning?”
My blood turned cold.
Ironvale.
My home.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.