TORREN I staggered backwards, my hand gripping the doorframe for support. Niko was dead. What the hell was Maddox talking about? My wolf had been pacing restlessly inside my mind for the past hour, insisting that Niko's scent was still fresh, still alive. Still breathing. Still here. But the doctors had just told me he died. Complications from the surgery, they said. Internal bleeding they could not stop. A tragic loss, they called it. But Niko was dead. And that didn't make any sense. "What do you mean?" Rhys demanded, his voice sharp as he stepped closer. His hand came up to grip my shoulder, steadying me. "Maddox, what are you talking about?" I slowly released the doorframe and turned to him. Rhys was my friend, my Beta, the one person I trusted with my life. We had been through it all together, fought together, bled together. But I could hardly speak at the moment. I couldn't breathe, it felt like my throat was closing in and my chest was being crushed. "The only reason Ma
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