RACHEL
I kept pacing back and forth in front of the healer's hut, chewing on my nails like a madwoman. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest that I thought it might just break through my ribs and fall on the ground. The night air was cold, but I was sweating. My hands were clammy, my feet were restless, and my mind was running faster than a rogue wolf on the loose.
Drew had collapsed right in the middle of the engagement party. One minute he was standing beside me, smiling and shaking hands with the guests, and the next, he was on the floor, unconscious.
Everyone panicked. The party stopped. His father had shouted for the healer, and before I knew it, they were carrying him away.
And now, here I was. Alone. Waiting. Scared out of my mind.
The others—Drew’s dad, his brother, even
