**Tristan's POV**
Three days. That's how long Aurelia Monroe had been lying unconscious in this hospital bed. Three days of watching her chest rise and fall with mechanical precision while her mind remained locked away somewhere I couldn't reach.
I leaned forward in the chair that had become my second home, my muscles stiff from too many hours in the same position. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors and the occasional squeak of nurses' shoes in the hallway.
"The pack thinks I've lost my mind," I told her, continuing our one-sided conversation. "Jasper called twice today asking when I'm coming back."
No response. Not even a flicker of her eyelids.
