alone
After taking a poisoned drink at a party for my Alpha mate, Magnus Ironwood, I am poisoned with a rare wolfsbane.
Since then, my wolf has grown so weak that I can barely maintain a mind-link with the rest of the pack.
Magnus travels from pack to pack and to healing centers, searching for healers and praying they can create an antidote for me.
On the eve of Spring Hunt Caravan, I force myself out of bed to simmer a pot of meat stew for Magnus and our pup, Ronan Ironwood, only to collapse onto the couch and never wake up again.
Moments later, Magnus walks through the door, followed by his assistant, Tala Brightfield, with Ronan in her arms.
When he sees me lying on the couch, he sets down the moonstone necklace he buys for me and sighs helplessly.
"Don't stay up waiting for us if you're not feeling well, and don't push yourself to make meat stew either."
But Tala bursts into tears, "Your Luna doesn't like me, Alpha Magnus! Just half an hour ago, she texted me and told me to stay away from you. I think it's best if I leave."
Magnus calls my name. When I don't respond, his expression turns cold, and the tenderness in his eyes is replaced by anger.
"Maeve Nightshade! When will you learn the grace of a Luna? Tala has helped me rule this pack, so could you stop throwing these pointless tantrums?
"Your antidote is nearly ready. Stop using your poisoning as an excuse to play the victim!"
He stands there criticizing my body in front of Ronan, all for another she-wolf. It isn't until he sees my rotting body that he finally loses his mind.