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~Darlon's POV
"Come on, come on," I muttered under my breath, watching the doctors work. "She's going to make it. She has to make it. She's my Luna. My wife."
We waited, every second stretching longer than the last. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles hurt. I couldn't sit still. My eyes darted to the staff, to the door where Elara was behind, every monitor beep twisting my stomach. Janae and David hovered beside me, hands tense, faces pale. Stella was standing stiffly a little ways back, her expression guarded. Rowan and Elena lingered at the edge, trying to stay composed, but the tension was suffocating.
Finally, the two doctors came out together. My heart jumped, and I strode toward them. "What's going on?" I demanded, my voice sharp, cutting through the low hum of the hospital.
