The ceiling of the Pack Medical Center was so white it almost hurt to look at.
Scarlett lay back against her pillows, her ankle wrapped in three thick layers of bandages. The bedside table had practically disappeared beneath the flowers. There were baskets from the Crimson Ember Dance Company, more from her fan club, and a few from pack members she did not even know. Every card said some version of the same thing. "Get well soon, Scarlett."
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
Then she tossed the half-eaten apple into the trash, picked up her phone, and sent Derek one final reminder of the role he was about to play.
She took a slow breath.
Her relaxed expression changed at once. Her brows drew together, and tears began to gather in her eyes.
Ethan would be here any minute.
The seco
