THREE MONTHS LATER
It had been a quiet three months, the kind of peace I never thought I'd experience in my life, especially with everything that had happened before. The rogue attacks had ceased, and life in the Pack had returned to normal, with an almost dreamlike serenity settling over everyone. Magnus and I had grown closer with each passing day, and I found myself falling more deeply in love with him than I could have ever imagined. His strength and loyalty were unwavering, and his presence brought a sense of safety I desperately needed. The school is still closed down, but rumors have been flying that they may graduate us without exam.
Which was going to be best.
Regan was still in the hospital, his body resting in an endless sleep. The doctors reassured me he was responding to treatment, but the waiting was torture. Each visit was bittersweet, as I held his hand, hoping he could somehow feel me, hear me. Still, I held onto hope, praying he would wake up soon.
