Chapter 92 Lachlan

• Two days of sitting by Seren’s bedside. And two days of there being no further progress. She had not moved. There had been nothing to sense from neither her nor her wolf, and damn had I been trying, as had Tyr. I was unsure I found any sleep in the hard and uncofortable chair that sat alongside her bed, but I had sworn not to leave her side, and I planned to stick to that.
• I had spoken to her at any given opportunity when it was just the two of us in the room on our own, hoping to the Moon Goddess she may hear me. Sharing memories of our times together in pack. The fun things we had done together. Good times. Things I hoped would make her smile if she was listening. I did not have a clue if, when someone was injured so badly and they were sleeping so soundly that they can hear what is happening around them, but I hoped she might be able to, or her wolf... anything to give me hope Seren was still in there.
• I allowed my eyes to drift to her again. Her dark hair swept down by her side in a neat braid, done by one of the nurses. The wounds upon her face a little cleaner having been attended to by the same nurse. But she still looked so broken. Battered and bruised. Not the Seren I was used to. And, I hated seeing her this way.