Leah
My stomach twisted into knots as I watched Darien's expression darken further while reading the letter. Whatever news it contained, it wasn't good.
"What about Anton?" The question came out more sharply than I intended, panic already clawing at my throat. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?"
Darien's silver eyes lifted to meet mine, and the sympathy in them made my blood run cold. "The letter says he's gravely ill. That the pack needs you to return immediately."
Gravely ill. The words echoed in my mind, each repetition making them feel more unreal. Anton, my strong, protective brother who'd always been there for me.
"I need to go. Right now." I was already moving toward the door, my mind racing with travel logistics. How fast could we get there? Hours? A day?
"Leah, wait." Darien's hand ca
