Sebastian's POV
Time passed—almost a full day—with no change in Aitana's condition. She drifted in and out of consciousness, her body burning with that unnatural fever, her eyes flickering between their normal golden and that eerie, glowing pink.
Tristan and I haven't left her side. The doctor came a few times to administer fluids, but that's all. There is nothing else we can do; normal medicine doesn't have an effect on her.
Now, as moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver streaks across Aitana's sweat-dampened skin, I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, counting each breath like a prayer.
A soft knock at the door.
"Alpha." Gabriel's voice was hushed. "You need to see this."
I didn't want to leave her—couldn't bear the thought of her waking alone—but the urgen
