The Fatal Favor
"Evelyn, you're painfully dull. You're not the least bit appealing, your scent is thin, and you can't even bear a pup. You're just dead weight. I wish you'd never been saved back then. I wish you'd died."
I clutch the medical report that says my wolf is about to be gone for good, staying silent.
He assumes I can't hear anything since I don't have a mind-link.
I beg the pack healer for a brutal, life-draining potion, just to know what a mate bond with him feels like.
It's fine. I'll be dead soon, just the way Eric wants.
...
"Luna Evelyn, the silver in your system is eating your wolf alive. It's bad."
The healer, Kevin Aldrich, fixed me with a blank look and spoke to me through the mind-link,