|Kairos|
“How is she today?” I asked Krista, my voice low as I approached Stephanie’s bedside—this had become part of my morning ritual, my way of staying tethered to hope.
Krista bowed her head respectfully before meeting my eyes.
“She’s improving, Alpha,” she said, her voice steady but touched with cautious optimism. “At this rate, she could regain consciousness within a few days.”
A long breath escaped me—one I hadn’t realized I was holding. Relief washed through my chest like a wave pulling away a heavy weight.
For the past week, Stephanie has remained unconscious, caught in a silent slumber since the day Snow saved her life. There were moments—terrifying, hollow moments—when I feared we might lose her. That her breath would fade, that her light would dim for good. But now, thos
