His Blue Moon Princess
Chapter 94

I slowly wake up to the beeping of machines. Everything is so white... I close and open my eyes several times, making sure I'm really awake. It feels like I've had a very long dream...

Something smells good. Flowers... White roses? I turn my head slowly and notice several pastel-colored bouquets all around me. This hospital room... I have a strong impression of déjà vu. And the pain, too. It's a quiet pain, though, like from behind a wall. I'm probably under some painkillers... My leg and stomach feel the worst, but it's bearable. What I can't endure, though, is this hole I feel inside my heart.

"Nora?"

I turn my head. Bobo is leaning on my bed, looking very worried. He is using crutches, and his usual braids are undone. He looks so tired... I feel his big hand on mine. "Can you hear me? How do you feel?"

"I can... Bobo, where is Damian?"

He lowers his head and avoids my gaze. "You... You should rest, Nora. You've been in the coma for four days. It's probably best if..."

"Bobo."

I use my Alpha voice. I want to know where my mate is, right now. Why can't I feel him? Is he too far? I've never felt this horrible void since I met Damian. I need him.

Bobo hesitates, and slowly makes a head movement, gesturing behind me. I turn around to my left and finally notice the other bed. Oh Moon Goddess, Damian...

I start crying as soon as I see him. He's so horribly pale! For a second, I even think the unthinkable, but a slow beeping is echoing next to him. A very slow beeping. My mate looks like he's in a deep sleep, not moving an inch; I can't even see his breathing. Machines are surrounding him, one helping him breathe, others linked to his arms, tubes going through and through. I can't believe what I'm seeing. How did Damian become like this? How is he even alive? And why can't I feel him at all?!

Tears are pouring down, and I breathe erratically, unable to calm myself down. Bobo's hands grab my shoulders, keeping me down in bed.

"No, no, Nora, you have to stay put, please."

"Bobo, why is he like this? Why is Damian like that?" I ask, desperate.

"He... he was shot, Nora, remember?"

Shot? The gathering... Now I suddenly remember everything. The Gold Moon's bombs in the stadium, the surprise attack. I remember the gunshots. And Damian, lying on the ground, bleeding. Bleeding so much...

"I can't feel him at all..." I whisper, in shock.

I can't. My wolf is going nuts. Damian is right here, I can see him with my own eyes, so why can't I feel him at all? I look at him, and it's like I'm staring at an empty spot. I can't accept it, I can't.

"When will he wake up?"

A long silence follows. I notice we are not alone. Liam is sitting right next to Damian's bed, his head on the mattress. He's sleeping, but his eyes are red and he looks like a mess... He's holding his brother's hand tightly. It breaks my heart to see the usually smiling Liam like that. I reach for Bobo's big hand again, but I can't stop looking at Damian.

"Bobo, when will he wake up?"

Once again, no answer. I try to hold back my tears and turn to him.

"Bobo, when?!" I scream. I can't take it. This heavy silence, this awkward and wary atmosphere.

Bobo raises his head to meet my eyes with a very serious and sorry look. "Nora, the doctors said he will... probably never wake up."

"You're lying."

I say that right back. Because he has to be. I can't imagine, for a second, that Damian will stay like this. I gasp, trying to catch my breath. I just can't understand, I can't believe there is a world where Damian would die like that. "He's right there, Bobo, he's alive."

"Nora, his body is... They did their best with the surgery, but his wounds are too great. He... he didn't wake up after they operated on him. He's in a deep coma, and all those machines are keeping him alive, but..." His voice breaks.

I don't get it.... I can't process what he's saying. All I can think of is this horrible, insufferable sensation in my chest, ripping my heart apart. I close my eyes, leaving my tears to flow out, because I need to break right now; I can't contain it. What's going on? What is this nightmare I woke up into?

"Nora?"

Liam just woke up. Moon Goddess, he looks so miserable... His messy hair, the dark circles under his puffy eyes... He bites his lip and breathes in. "Good to see you up... How do you feel?" All the while, he doesn't let go of Damian's hand.

I shake my head. I don't feel anything but terrible right now.

He frowns. "It's... it's gonna be okay, Nora. He... he will make it, I'm sure of it."

His voice sounds so weak and sorrowful, I know he wants to believe it. I want it, too, so I just nod. I can't imagine... So, I try to keep it together.

I breathe in, take time to calm down my tears. Bobo is caressing my hair gently. He pushes a button, and my bed gets me on a sitting position. Now that I can look around, I notice I really am back in the hospital's VIP room... Only that there's an additional bed and lots of flowers.

"What... what happened? What's going on right now? Bobo, you said... four days?"

"Four days and a half, actually," says Liam. "It took us a while to replace you. You remember?"

I do, or just enough, I think. The cabin, Marcus... Right, he's finally dead. It's a blurry memory, but I'm sure of that at least.

Liam sighs. "We found you right in time and brought you back here... You got in surgery right away. It took hours... You had a bullet lodged in your left leg and internal bleeding."

I look down at my leg. Indeed, I have a thick bandage all around my leg, and a strap holding it up. I vaguely remember that, too... But I can still feel the pain a bit. It doesn't really matter for now. I ignore it and turn to Liam again. "What... what happened then?"

He shrugs. "We did our best. Once you were out of surgery, they said it would take you a while to come back, so Bobo, Tonia, Sylvia, and I took turns watching you two. Somehow, I think your new... look helps Damian, so..."

My new look? I look down and finally notice white, curly hair. What happened to my hair? It went from jet black to a silvery white. It looks totally unnatural...

"Yeah, it shocked us, too. No idea how you pulled that one off."

"That's the only change we noticed about you," adds Bobo.

"Sylviana said you're all charged up with Moon Power, if that makes any sense to you," says Liam. "Anyway, you and Damian were out, so Nate and William somewhat took over. With the Gold Moon out, everyone started working together." "What happened? Back at the stadium. I saw... bodies..."

I'm sure of that. People died. A lot of werewolves. Everyone was fighting, some were fleeing the scene, but I can't forget the sight of dead bodies I came across. No face I recognized, but I can't imagine they were only the Gold Moon Clan's people. Liam sighs, and massages his neck, looking tired. "Yeah, it was a mess... Most of the Gold Moon people died, but all the packs had casualties. We lost people, too. Andrew Jones was killed, and Vincent Greene, too."

"Marcus shot Vincent. I remember now... I was trying to run away, and I ran into Vincent..."

He shot him dead right in front of me. How could I forget that?

Liam slowly nods. "So, I guess now we know who killed him... Taaron King probably killed Andrew Jones. People saw them fighting right before. Greene's new Beta died, too, by the way. And... Old Man Seaver passed away, too. Two days ago." Oh, Moon Goddess...

"So, it's been a bit... complicated. People are trying to pull it together. Lissandra took over the Violet Clan, and Arthur Seaver did the same with the Sea Moon Wolves... The Jade Moon people are listening to us for now, and the Rising Moon surrendered, too. A couple other packs lost their Alphas, so... And there are still people in severe conditions."

Moon Goddess... I remember the stadium; it was a war scene. It's been a few days, but how can we expect things to go back to normal so soon? With so many people dead, injured, or grieving...

And Damian. The Alpha King, being in a coma... "What... what did Sylviana say?" I ask, full of hope.

Liam frowns. "She's helpless. His injuries are..."

His voice breaks again, and he lowers his head. I see a couple of tears falling. Oh, Liam... I choke up, too, and a long silence follows. Neither of us wants to speak. I can only contemplate Damian.

Even when William or Elena come to visit, I don't really react. All that time, I'm thinking. I'm thinking about Damian and me. About us. I'm so weak, but I don't want to sleep a single second I might miss with him.

I feel calmer every second that passes by, and more resolute. Bobo notices the change in me, but doesn't say a thing. He can't possibly know. He probably thinks I'm in denial, but that's wrong. I can't ignore the obvious.

He said the truth.

Damian is dying.

My mate is in a deep coma right now. Tonia comes to visit me with the surgeon, but we talk more about Damian's state than mine. The doctor explains it to me, but all I can remember is that his injuries are too great. It's a miracle he's still holding on, and Liam thinks it's because of me. But I can't feel him. To my wolf, Damian's already in a place where I can't reach him, and I can't have that. I just can't.

Every one of our friends visits us. They're glad I woke up, but it's impossible to ignore Damian's fate. Those visits have a bitter taste, no matter how much we try to keep it in. Me, too. I don't want to pretend I'm fine. I'm dead inside. This black hole is eating me up, destroying me as my mate is fading away.

When nighttime comes, I'm perfectly calm and waiting.

Liam never left his brother's side a single second, neither did Bobo leave mine, even when the nurse came to change his bandages. Now, they are both dozing off on their chairs. I'm sitting up, looking at Damian.

A smell of wildflowers enters the room, one I've been waiting for.

"Good evening, Nora," she whispers.

I smile gently to Sylviana as she approaches. She takes a quick stop to caress Liam's hair, looking sorry for him, and walks up to me. She sits on my bed, on the side where she can face Damian.

For a while, we both silently look at him.

"...Are you sure?" She asks.

I knew Sylviana would understand right away. I don't know why I was so sure of it, but there wasn't any need for me to explain anything- she just knew.

I slowly nod.

"Nora, you will most likely... Even if you've never been so powerful, his injuries..."

"I'll do it, anyway."

She turns to me, but I keep speaking in a soft voice, not wanting to wake up the guys.

"I know, Sylviana. I will probably... not wake up, but, it doesn't matter. I just can't let him die like this."

"He wouldn't want this..."

I shake my head. "It's my choice. I'm being selfish right now, but... I can't live without him. And there's Liam, Nate... The packs... So many people need him." "He needs you."

I smile softly. That's probably what Damian himself would say. I know that, but my decision is taken.

Sylviana understands, and sighs. Her eyes shift to Liam. "Did you... say goodbye?"

I feel a tear rolling down my eye.

"It's always too late for farewells, anyway..." I say, choking up a bit.

She silently starts to cry, too. I know she doesn't want to do this; she doesn't want to be the one to see me go. I'm leaving her with a heavy burden, but no one else but Sylviana would have helped me, and we both know that.

She takes my hand. Around us, the flowers silently start growing out, branches crawling all around us on the floor and walls. It's actually pretty... Roses are blooming all over as the branches keep progressing. They get to my bed and softly carry me to Damian's bed while Sylviana steps away. They gently set me right next to him. My heart suddenly warms a little as I can finally caress his check.

"Hello, my Love..." I whisper softly to him.

He can't hear me, but it doesn't matter. I take a while to look at him. My Damian, my fated mate... Moon Goddess, I love him so much... I don't want us to part yet, but if I don't do this, he will leave me into a world I can't live in...

I have a long thought for everyone who loved me. Liam, Bobo, Nate, Tonia, Elena, William, Daniel... It's hard. It's hard to leave them, without saying goodbye, without even apologizing for this. But it's too late for that now.

I lean towards Damian, look at him for the last time, and give him the longest, the most loving farewell kiss of our lives.