Dalia's POV
The house felt suffocating despite the eerie quiet that had descended after yesterday's chaos. My mind kept replaying the moment Orion had to physically restrain Dary from lunging at Celina. The savage intensity in my brother's eyes when he saw that crimson stain on the bedsheets still made my skin crawl. What was it about this girl that turned him into something barely human?
I perched on the edge of the sofa, stealing glances toward the guest room where Celina lay motionless beneath white cotton sheets. Her slight form seemed so fragile against the pillows, unconscious and vulnerable. The entire house seemed to hold its breath, suspended between waiting for her to wake and dreading what might happen when she did. Orion had left with several pack warriors to investigate the cultist stronghold where Dary had found her, despite my protests that it was unnecessary.
