"Sleep now," the healer murmured, placing his weathered hands on Seraphina's forehead. The ancient incantation flowed from his lips in a melodic whisper. Her eyelids fluttered before finally closing, her breathing evening out into the steady rhythm of induced slumber.
I watched her face relax—all the fear and confusion melting away as the magic took hold. For a moment, she looked like the Seraphina we once knew. My Seraphina. Before everything went to hell.
"Will she remember us when she wakes?" I asked, unable to keep the desperate edge from my voice. My brothers stood behind me, their anxiety filling the room like a physical presence.
Dr. Morris removed his hands from her forehead and sighed heavily. "As I explained, Alpha Orion, memory recovery is unpredictable. It could take weeks or months. In some rare cases..." He hesitated, clearly reluctant to continue.
"Say it," Kaelen demanded, his voice like gravel.
