*Keaton's POV*
Its been the same routine for the last three days, wake up, shower, be with Lola, go home, go to sleep, then repeat. She hasn't woken up since the surgery. Her brain activity is minimal, and she's unresponsive otherwise. Josh and my father are running the pack while I stay with Lola. I avoid everyone when I'm not at the hospital. My mother tries to get through my sadness and comfort me but I back away. I'm a hollow shell with a emotionless face and inside I'm breaking.
Its the morning of the fourth day and I walk into Lola's room half functioning. An elderly nurse is taking vitals when I take my usual seat next to Lola's bed. I keep my eyes trained on Lola's pale face, hoping for any movement.
"Alpha, she's gained a little more brain activity. That's a good sign," the nur
