Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Landon~

I'm not sure that I've ever driven as fast before. Lincoln stayed in the backseat with Tia, and I focused on getting us to the Moonlight Pack as quickly as possible. Someone hurt our mate, and I was seething. It was taking everything in me to keep Goliath at bay and keep myself level-headed. I want to freak out......1 want to scream and cry. I want to find those responsible and rip their hearts out. Instead.....instead I stay focused and logical. Instead, I take control and make sure we can get to the pack in one piece so Tia can be helped.

"We don't know. When we found her, she was already like......like that. There were no clues or evidence to point us in any direction.” Brenner sighs and sits next to Lincoln. I start to pace the room, and we wait. Each second feels like forever and never-ending. I keep watching the doors, praying for the doctors to walk through and tell me that everything is fine. Hearing that would put me out of my misery. It would help me be able to breathe again because right now, I'm suffocating People are walking in and out of the waiting room. Some are waiting themselves, and others simply work in the clinic. Some have come to speak with Brenner, who has been nice enough to sit with us. I know he has pack duties to attend to, but he is here instead. Some people give us sympathetic glances, and some look at us with wonder. A few people who recognize us from our stay have given a wave or a nod but seem to realize that it would be best not to approach. Lincoln shifts from time to time. He is either sitting back, or he is leaning forward with his head in his hands, but he never leaves his seat. I continue to pace back and forth. I can't find it in me to relax enough to sit down in a seat, so I choose to stay on the move.

I'm mid-stride when a throat clears behind me. I turn around to see a doctor standing with a solemn look on his face. This doesn’t bode well and makes my stomach clench. I can't move; my feet are glued to the floor. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I relax a bit. I can get through anything with my brother by my side. I look at him, and he gives me a slight nod, even with the fear evident in his eyes. We walk towards the doctor and stop a few feet in front of him.

“She seems to be stable, but......." $**t, there is a “but.’ “Her body has gone through substantial damage. There was wolfsbane in her blood stream and we had to filter it out as best we could. Her wounds were made with silver which is why they weren't closed, along with the wolfsbane. We stitched those closed. There was swelling on the brain, and the extent of that is unknown at this moment.” The doctor sighs, and I can feel tears falling down my face. I can't believe this; it's all too much. My brother asks the question that I can't bring to my lips.

“Will she be okay?” The doctor sighs again

“It will be touch and go for a while. She needs her wolf to heal her, but her wolf isn't here at the moment. I suggest you two stay with her. She may not have her wolf right now, but her mates should help her heal.” The doctor walks toward us and places a hand on each of our shoulders. “The next 24 hours will be critical.” He pats us and walks away. A nurse comes and takes us into Tia's hospital room. She is hooked up to monitors that are beeping. She looks to be simply resting. When we get closer, she looks so pale and sickly. A sob escapes my lips, seeing my mate this way. There are already chairs on each side of her bed. Lincoln takes one, and I take the other. We both grab her hand and prepare for the long day ahead.