She walked toward me slowly, calm as ever, holding a notepad. Then she flipped it around.
[Your child was very ill. I sent him to the hospital.]
My blood ran cold.
“…What?” My voice broke.
She turned the page again.
[You weren’t available. Someone had to decide.]
I didn’t trust her. Not a single part of me did.
But Ezra was sick.
And if there was even the smallest chance she was telling the truth, I had to go.
I turned and ran.
Out of the pack house. Into the freezing night.
Past guards who didn’t stop me.
My lungs burned. My vision blurred.
“Please,” I whispered, tears spilling now. “Please be okay… please be there…”
Because if anything happened to him—
I would destroy everything in my path without hesitation.
Elira’s POV
The moment I reached the hospital entrance, I didn’t slow down—not even a little. I was still running when I pushed through the doors, breath spilling out in sharp white bursts in the freezing air. My lungs burned with every inhale, but I ignored it. My heart was beating too violently, too erratically, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.
“Ezra… please… hold on…”