Crescent Moon Pack
In the soft glow of the flickering candlelight, Ethan sat by Ariana's bedside, his heart heavy with worry and anticipation. For days, he had watched over her as she lay motionless, her breath shallow and her features drawn with pain. But now, as the first rays of dawn filtered through the window, a faint stir of consciousness rippled through her. The room was dimly lit, and the scent of herbs filled the air.
The moment Ariana's eyelids finally fluttered open, Ethan couldn't suppress the surge of excitement and relief that washed over him. He reached out a trembling hand to brush a lock of hair from her forehead.
"Ariana," Ethan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Can you hear me?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.