Zeke POV
I wait patiently by Rose's bedside. My hand is clasped firmly around hers, but her hand is limp in mine. Each breath she takes becomes shallower than the last. Her life is ending, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
While the doctor was explaining the severity of her injuries, I wasn't listening. I could only think of the first time I saw her.
She walked through the pack house front door calmly with her head high. I would later find out that she had protested coming. She didn't want a chosen mate. In fact, she didn't want a mate at all. Rose wanted to finish college and go on adventures. She wanted to see the world and I stole that from her.
Her red hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and her face was unreadable. She didn't fawn over Zeus and me like so m
