Chapter 88.

Vilkas POV.

It has been nearly three agonising weeks since Serana slipped into a coma. Cyra won’t leave my side, not that I want her to. We both sleep next to Serana and when I have to work Lara is with Serana and my mother.

Serana has a feeding tube in her nose, and she is attached to monitors. The room looks like a hospital room. Her pale skin looks grey and her fiery red hair is dull. It kills me not knowing what happened and if she will ever wake up.

“Baby, please, my love. You have to wake up. I can’t do this without you, and Cyra needs you. Please baby, just wake up.” Tears leave my eyes as I squeeze her hand, praying to Rhiannon that she will squeeze it back and open her eyes. But nothing. The only sound in the room is my sniffles and the steady beeping of the machine. Cyra is with my mother and Joel. She is worried, just like I am. She cries herself to sleep every night, and it breaks my heart to see.

“We need you, my queen, please, baby. I love you. Wake up for me, wake up fo