That night she did not sleep.
She sat alone in the corridor, staring at the door of Marcus’s chamber while quiet tears slipped down her cheeks.
No one came to comfort her.
She faced everything alone.
The hours passed slowly.
And then, twenty-four hours later, the news she feared finally arrived.
The healer approached her quietly.
“I am very sorry, Miss Sinclair,” he said gently.
“Your brother has fallen into a coma.”
Third Person's POV
When Aria heard the healer’s words, her body went completely numb.
She slowly sank onto the chair beside Marcus’s bed, as if every ounce of strength had drained from her limbs. For several long moments she felt nothing—not her heartbeat, not even the steady rhythm of her breathing.
It was as if her soul had been torn from her body.
Her brother… her only family… the little wolf pup she had practically raised with her own hands… now lay suspended somewhere between life and death.
The healer had been painfully clear.
No one could say when Marcus might awaken from the coma.
It could take months.
It might take years.
Or perhaps…
He would never open his eyes again.
The thought shattered the fragile composure Aria had been clinging to.