Page 82 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"Evan," I say, shaking his shoulder. He is dozing off in the recliner across from me, his normally perfect appearance rumpled from the days of constant vigil.
"Evan, wake up."
He jerks awake, alert in an instant. "What? Is she..."
"No change," I say quickly. "But I need you to call Onyx and Axl. Tell them to get here now. It's important."
To his credit, Evan doesn't question me. He pulls out his phone and makes the calls.
Thirty minutes later, all four of us gather around Dahlia's bed.
"You want us to try some ancient bear shifter magic ritual?" Evan asks when I finish explaining my dream. "Based on a dream?"
"It wasn't just a dream," I insist. "I can't explain it, but I know it was real."
Onyx leans against the wall and crosses his arms. "I believe you. Old magic still exists," he says thoughtfully.
"I'll try anything," Axl says. "It's been nine days, and the doctors have done fuck all. What do we have to lose?"
"Everything, if Leo's grandfather was right about failure," Evan points out.
I cross the room, grab Evan's shoulders, and force him to look at me. "You've thrown millions at the best medical minds on the planet, and none of them can tell us a damn thing about why she won't wake up. This is Dahlia we're talking about. Our mate. The mother of our children. If there's even a chance..."
Something in Evan's expression shifts.
"Tell us what to do," he says.
I check the time, and it's 3:40 AM, still within the darkest hour.
"Close the door," I instruct. "Dim the lights."
Axl adjusts the switch until the room fills with shadows. Onyx locks the door and returns to the bedside.
"Form a circle around the bed," I direct them.
They move into position without argument.
"Each of us needs to place one hand on Dahlia," I explain. "Evan, place your hand on her forehead. Axl, her right hand. Onyx, her left. I'll place mine on her feet."
We position ourselves, and I feel a shift in the air. It's subtle, but it's unmistakable.
"Now we'll join our free hands," I continue. "We need to form an unbroken circle."
We hold hands and complete the circle.
"Now we need to breathe together," I say. "Slow and deep. Try to match mine."
It's awkward at first, but we soon create a harmony. The sound of the monitor attached to Dahlia now feels intrusive in the space we've made.
"I'll speak the words my grandfather taught me," I tell them. "Focus on Dahlia. Picture her spirit, call her with your bond, and pour everything you feel for her into this moment."
I close my eyes and repeat the words I'd just learnt.
"Vish'na torda elim. Seph'ra mendi ko'ran."
The air in the room thickens, becomes charged like the forest in my dream. I feel the energy pulse between our joined hands.
"Bala'dur eth tamin. Ka'vir seph eloth."
