Nadia’s POV:

The days bled into weeks, and before I knew it, those weeks had blurred into months. Still, Kane remained lost in the silence of his coma.

In the beginning, I played a game of make-believe. I told myself he just needed a moment to catch his breath or that his body was simply recharging after the war. But as the calendar pages flipped and my mate didn't move, doubt began to rear its ugly head. It was a dark, suffocating weight that threatened to pull me under.

I refused to let the darkness win. Every day, after ensuring the pack was running like a well-oiled machine, I’d haunt...