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“Alpha. Wren’s ready.” Wren didn’t waste time on greetings. The medical room lights were bright and cruel, the kind that make everything look worse. Mara sat on the edge of the exam table, sleeve pushed up, forearm mottled red where the silver had kissed her. She was pale, angry, and trying not to show either. That stubbornness might keep her alive. Wren pressed gauze to the cut and Mara hissed through her teeth. “Ow.” “It’s silver,” Wren said, matter-of-fact, like she was explaining a splinter. Then she paused—just a fraction too long—and her eyes narrowed at the angry red blooming under the wrap. “It’s supposed to hurt.”

He holds his head in pain; his head is feeling like sharp needles that are being forcefully pierced into his brain. Just when he is about to lose his last thread of consciousness, he hears the sound of tires screeching and he finally blacks out. Blake is now sitting on the chair looking at Mark, who is lying on the bed unconscious. He could have pretended that he is okay if it wasn't for the beeping machines, the pungent mixture of soap and cleaners, the hospital gown Mark has been dressed in, and the white bandage wrapped around his head. He wants so hard to delude himself right now, but he just can’t. Mark is in the hospital and he is dying right in front of his eyes.

Her sweet voice is barely a whisper, "Find a beautiful green place far from here and bury me. Then you two get as far away as you can. Find another pack. Packs are always looking for good betas and gammas." "Selene, please! We will not leave you. We will watch over your resting place until the day we die. We will tell anyone that asks about our sweet, beautiful, tiny Alpha Luna how strong and brave she was. We are your beta and gamma." With that said, she took her last breath. Mark and I stared at one another, tears running down our faces. We were in utter shock. She was gone. I couldn't feel her anymore, nothing. Suddenly, the doctor yelled, "get her to the hospital now." Mark scooped her u

"But she isn't breathing—" "Get to work!" I barked, my alpha aura flaring out in a violent wave of command. The warrior and the others flinched, immediately baring their necks in submission. I hadn't meant to unleash my power on them, but my grief was a raw, uncontrollable force. Kasamaan was still laying there, I dropped selene and went to give him a befitting goodbye before I returned bloodstained and picked her up. I was losing her, and there was nothing I could do. I carried her back to the pack, a silent procession of grieving warriors and a broken alpha, a single thought burning in my mind: She isn't dead. She couldn't be. Not after everything.

The knocking has us looking up. “That will be my commander.” I don’t get why he is coming. He can’t say Jackson is alive. Walking to the door, I answer it and look at him. “Look, you can beat the shit out of my Marcus. I have to do this. I have to explain everything to her. He is going to be announced dead.” “Can’t you give her time to process it? You really want to talk in there just after I tell her and announce he is getting marked as dead already.” I can’t believe he would do this.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

The situation, new and confusing has the men ponder until one of them agrees and gents to his request. "Thank you," he answers once again, throwing the man off in shock when they finally arrive at the hospital. With speed, Mark dashes out of the car and hurries inside the hospital going straight to the Theatre where the treatment was still ongoing much to his disappointment. Mark stares through the window, watching as the doctors and nurses do their best to keep her alive, all the while, Mark's heart squeezes with pain. "You should have just let her be," a familiar voice says beside him.

"Grandpa!!!!...." Mark called out angrily with pain. "Doctor!!!!!!!!!!!!!?", He yelled. Once the head Doctor and a nurse rushed and began to try all their medical knowledge and procedure to wake Owen's up but all to no success, the signal on the beeping heart monitor had turned straight. Meaning, Owen's was no longer breathing - alive -. The head doctor turned to pained Mark and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry sir! We lost him!" "Time of death!"

"Theodore, you would definitely get better." After the sun came out, the air gradually became hot and dry. Thea then pushed Thorne back home. Just as Thorne had settled down, a call came from the hospital, “Miss Fletcher, Mark is gone." Thea was completely shocked, and it took her a while to react, “Wasn't it said that he had already passed the critical stage?" On the other side, the person spoke cautiously, "Abnormal death, you should come and take a look." Thea looked at Thorne inside the room through the glass window. It was as if he had a connection with her, as he suddenly looked up and gave her a bright smile.

If I thought he looked rough after the last attack, his current state is catastrophic. He strides to me, cupping my cheeks. The relief in his eyes is palpable, washing over his features. He pulls me into his bloodied chest, his arms locking around me as though he’s terrified I might vanish. His fists clutch the blanket covering me, his fingers digging into my skin. “Kane’s Beta, Mark is dead,” he murmurs. The words hit me like a blow, and something lodges in my throat. Serena—she must have felt it. The severed bond. My mind, already a storm, flares brighter.