RACHEL
It had been days now. Long, slow, dragging days. And Drew was still unconscious. Lying there like a sleeping statue. Not a word. Not a blink. Just breathing—barely. And every second that passed made my heart pound harder in my chest. My head hurt. My eyes were dry from not sleeping. And my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
The pack was starting to whisper. They were starting to look at me weird. Asking quiet questions. Saying quiet things behind my back. I heard one of the omegas mutter something about how this was all too sudden. Too strange. Too... suspicious.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t. I needed answers. I needed something—anything—that would stop this from blowing up in my face. Because if someone figured out what I did… if someone traced it back to the potion… if
