The mist spread over my coffin and carried the cold of the cellar through the hall. Its surface cleared until the wolves could see the stone slab, the discarded tubing, and my body exactly as they had been that night.
Caleb had already gone upstairs with the blood. In the memory, the cellar door opened again. Ivy and Dr. Vance entered behind him, certain they were alone with me.
Ivy looked healthy. My blood had restored the strength she had pretended to lack. She walked around the slab without help, nudged my foot with her slipper, and laughed.
“Look at her, Vance. The great Luna can barely breathe. One mention of a fever, and that pathetic Alpha drains his mate for me.”
Vance rubbed his hands together and kept glancing toward the stairs. “Ivy, we may have taken enough.” He stopped whe
