Life and Death
Sebastian's POV
I'd faced death before. On the battlefields, in challenges for dominance, in the dark months after Catherine died when part of me wanted to follow her into whatever came next. I'd looked death in the eye more times than I could count.
But watching Dr. Cross perform chest compressions on my son's lifeless body was different. This was helplessness. Pure and absolute.
I was an Alpha King. I commanded thousands. I'd built an empire of packs that stretched across territories, earned through strength and strategy and sheer force of will. I could kill with a thought, could bend lesser wolves to my command with nothing but my voice.
And I couldn't do a damn thing to save my own son.
"Come on, Caius." The words came out rough, scraped raw from somewhere deep in
