The next day was Christmas.
A day meant for packs to gather, for elders to sit at the head of the table, for mates to stand side by side and show unity.
That evening, I was supposed to return to the Hale estate for dinner. But early in the morning, my mother called and asked me to visit the Morrigans at noon.
News of the car accident had already spread through every circle. Nothing stays hidden for long among powerful packs.
As Lewis's chosen mate, representing the Hale name, I went to pay them a visit.
When I arrived, most of the Morrigans looked fine physically. No visible injuries. No broken limbs.
But Vivian…
Her scent was wrong.
Unstable. Sharp. Fear clinging to her like smoke.
One tragedy after another had crushed her spirit. Nolan's death. The accident. The near brush with death. Her mind had cracked under the weight.
When I pushed open the door, a nurse was chasing her with a syringe.
