*Killian*
I wait as long as I can. When the Lunas don’t return straightaway to inform me that all is well, I head upstairs and barge into my bedchamber without bothering to knock. That Melina and Josie are sitting on either side of Tia, holding her hands, causes cold dread to wash over me. While I’ve never witnessed a deathbed scene, what I see is exactly how I imagine it would be. Tia’s cheeks hold no rosy hue. Her eyes don’t light up with challenge at my arrival.
My father likes Tia immensely. I don’t know if my sire would survive losing her if she were to succumb to an illness and become another she-wolf who has died too young within this residence.
“I’ll send for a physician,” I bark, despising that I seem unable to react with any sort of rational thought.
“I don’t think that’s nec
