HIRAM’S POV:
“What?” I ask, hoping she will tell me she is joking, and she wants me back home because she misses me or something related to that, but her tone falters.
“It’s so bad that the pack witch doesn’t think he will survive.”
My heart races as she says this, but I try to ground myself. I am a twenty-nine-year-old man, and although I love my family, I should know that life is cruel, and no one is above death.
“Hiram?” she calls out again.
“I’ll be there soon. Just give me a moment,” I say to her, then I end the call.
Taking a deep breath, I think of whom to call first. My mind races to Juniper, and I know she will not take this news lightly, but there is nothing I can do, so I put a call across to Winston.
“Did you get a call from my mother?”
“No, sir. She didn’t call, but is
