Ava’s POV
“It’s getting late, Ava. We should start transporting these pack members to the hospital,” Steve said, withdrawing his hand from me and kneeling beside the lifeless female werewolf. “Such a young and vibrant soul.”
“Maybe she came here seeking true love,” I whispered, dropping down next to him and carefully closing her wide-open eyes.
He gave a quiet laugh and glanced up at me. “Maybe,” he said. “Just maybe.”
So we labored together, with Steve directing the effort, carrying each fallen pack member to the van parked outside, then on to the hospital. It was a massive building, constructed back in Zane’s younger days—large enough to accommodate twice the pack’s full size.
“Never imagined it would come to this,” Steve said, releasing a deep sigh. “The hospital was built for m
