POV: Chloe
The signal dropped at 3:47 PM. One bar, then none, then the blank silence of a phone that has nothing and no one to connect to.
I stared at the screen for three seconds and then put it away and looked at Tristan's face and focused on what I could actually do, which was hold his hand and talk to him and keep him awake.
Except he wasn't awake anymore...
He'd been quiet for a while, not his usual teasing quiet while making pointed observations about whether I was crying, but the wrong kind of quiet.
His breathing was still present and his pulse still moved under my fingers but his face had gone still in a way that made something very cold happen in my chest.
"Tris." I squeezed his hand. Nothing.
"Tristan. Hey. I know you can hear me, you're an Alpha, your wolf is strong
