The emergency room burst into chaos.
One second, Aria was quietly finishing a patient’s chart. Next, red lights flooded the hall, and voices cracked through the overhead speaker. The double doors slammed open. Cold air. Rushed footsteps. Paramedics are shouting over each other.
“Seizure on arrival—blood pressure crashing!”
“She’s bleeding internally—possible rupture!”
And then came the name.
“Patient: Sienna White.”
Aria’s pen slipped.
For a breath, everything stopped. Sound blurred. Movement faded. Only that name echoed in her ears. Sienna.
She didn’t need a last name. Everyone in the pack knew Sienna.
The one whose absence left silence in Xander’s eyes. The one wrapped in every rumour, every glance, Aria had spent years pretending not to notice.
But there was no room for ghosts
