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The hospital is eerily quiet, our steps echoing through the halls. Visiting hours are long over, and night shift reigns.

Vanessa is unfazed by the creepy quality of the place at a late hour, but I jump when the elevator dings, signalling its arrival in front of

1. us.

"You okay?" she asks, concern knitting her brows.

Selene-who's finally out from beneath my bed, though she refuses to talk about why she avoided me for the rest of the day- leans against my leg in silent comfort. "It's just so quiet. I'm not used to hospitals without people bustling around."

There's a giant machine coming down the hall in our direction, cleaning the floor with whatever algorithm powers its movement.

I always wondered how hospitals kept their floors so clean. I guess everything's automated these days.

Vanessa nudges me onto the elevator, pressing the button for my mom's floor before we've all even made it in.

Four bodyguards flank us. Massive overkill, considering that there isn't much we're expecting to happen on this visit.

Still, Lucas-and Jericho-are taking no chances on my safety.

Marcus, at least, is getting a break, and a new guy seems to be the one to shadow me for the night. He's a little short, but his eyes are black and intense, and I wouldn't want to be found in an alley with him in the dark.

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He smells like death, Selene says. To me, such words are atrocious, like I should avoid the person. To her? She speaks as though she

admires him.

And that's a good thing?

Selene's ears flick toward me, and I can feel her side-eye even without her eyes moving. He is a capable guard. This is a good thing. Right. I guess that's true.

Vanessa murmurs, looking straight forward as the

been avoiding thinking about my mom, or her wolf.

are

walk to my mother's room feels longer than it should, each step heavy with dread. Selene presses close to my side, her warmth a small comfort in the sterile hallway. After a few turns,

and yet

her?" I ask, confusion

me, a strange smile playing on her lips. "They had to make some

our guards take up positions outside, whil the other two follow us in their presence both reassuring and

suffocating.

the steady beep of machines filling the silence. Vanessa makes her way to the

checks the IV bags hanging beside the bed, her movements practiced and

the bed, my eyes drawn to the frail figure beneath the

and yet she looks so much smaller, her cheeks hollow and skin

long for

her voice tinged

resignation.

my mother's eyes flutter open. They're dull, lacking the fire I've always associated with her. But when they land on me, they sharpen, a glare that pins me in place. "You must have

voice thin and brittle.

like a physical blow, but I stand firm,

nothing.

to sit up, her arms trembling with the effort, before finally giving up. The vitriol in her eyes never fades, though. "To gloat? To

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that sound is vile, coming

can someone despise their daughter so much that even the sound of her cough

you're here,

checking her medicine as a nurse steps in, holding a syringe and an impossibly tiny vial filled with clear liquid. "We're

I'm trying not to flinch at the words she throws my

me grounded. Don't let her bait you, she whispers in

cornered animal. She scurries out, leaving an unsettling silence in

liquid into the syringe, Selene's voice whispers through my

I'll take what I

block out the vitriol spilling from her

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twisted with loathing. It's hard

of a woman with the mother I remember from my earliest years. Back then, her smile could light up a room, and her laughter was infectious. She'd pull me into her lap, tickling me until I was breathles The