After Six Years The Alpha Begs For My Return Chapter 39
At seven on Wednesday morning, my mother was wheeled into surgery.
Before the anesthesia took hold, she squeezed my hand and smiled. “Avery, I had a dream last night. That dress you secretly bought when you were twelve? It fit perfectly.”
The operating room doors closed, and the red light above them lit up.
I stepped back and sat in the waiting area. Reese handed me a cup of hot tea. I took it in both hands but didn’t drink.
Time slowed to a crawl. My werewolf hearing picked up the blurred sounds of instruments and footsteps from the other side of the door. I had to force myself not to listen.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
At last, the doors opened.
The lead surgeon removed his mask. His face was drenched in sweat, but his eyes were smiling.
“The surgery was a success. The transplanted tissue is functioning normally, and the rejection response is within a controllable range. Her vital signs are stable. She’ll need seventy-two hours of observation in the ICU. If she gets through that, the recovery outlook is very good. Her silent wolf may even begin to respond as her body recovers.”
My knees nearly gave out.
Reese’s hand was there instantly, steadying my arm.