*~Hazel's POV~*
It's not every day you wake up to see your dead babies alive and crying.
And it's definitely not every day you wake up to see your supposedly dead mate, the one who caused the death of those babies… standing right in front of you like nothing happened.
My entire body shivered as I instinctively backed away. I glanced around the room, confused, trembling. Where am I?
Where's Cayden? Where's Aurora?
Why would they bring me here? Why would they let him bring me here? Why would they let a dead body take me away?
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I turned my head again, almost afraid to look but there they were. The babies. My babies. Still Crying.
No.No, no, no.
This has to be a dream. Some sick, twisted nightmare. I pinched myself. Hard. Nails dug into skin. But I didn't wake up.
This was real. And then my gaze shifted..past the babies, past the surreal warmth in my chest and landed straight on him.
