I’d barely been mated for two weeks and Isadora was already going to be the death of me.
I should’ve known something was wrong the moment I felt her worry in my chest, but I’d pushed it aside because she had bouts of worry all day. Each time I checked in with Erina, she’d tell me that Isa was fine, and they were just around a lot of people.
This time was different, but I convinced myself it was fine, until Erina called Carlos. He was right in front of me when she called, and I took one look at his expression and knew that something was terribly wrong.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. My mate was f*****g impulsive, but running into a burning building? That had to be a new level of impulse.
“Erina says they’re taking her to the pack hospital,” Carlos explained as I drove.
He’d barely ma
