“Get the best healers. I don’t care how much it costs—make sure Monica recovers quickly.”
I laughed bitterly. A single scratch, and he was willing to drain the pack’s resources for her. My mother had bled out in agony, and he had done nothing.
“I won’t be attending,” I told the secretary before hanging up.
Moments later, Trent started calling me. I let it ring until curiosity got the better of me. I answered in silence, listening as he spoke distractedly to someone else.
“Alpha, revising the treaty with the Crescent Moon pack will cost us a fortune. Are you sure about this?”
“No need to reconsider. Do it. Monica wants this deal, and what she wants, she gets.”
My grip on the phone tightened. A few seconds later, he finally realized I was on the line. “Lucy? I heard you missed the elders’ meeting. Is everything okay?”
“I’m not feeling well.”
“Oh, I see. I’ll cancel my plans and come home. Just rest, okay?”
My wolf raged after heariing it. Home? As if he still considered it our home. I didn’t care where he went. He had made his choice.