2012
----Clayton’s POV----
It’s been three weeks since we left the States, and I’m surely going to lose my mind in a few hours. Scarlet is unconscious—and so is Stella. Nothing the pack doctors or even Rowena have tried has worked. They remain completely unresponsive. And the worst part? Their scents have vanished.
We knew they were alive—there was no doubt about that—the steady rhythm of their heartbeats confirmed it. But beyond that, we had nothing. No sign of when, or even if, they would ever wake again.
I had been pacing the floor since the moment I woke up. Both Vera and Liam had been blowing up the mind link, as well as my phone, ever since I informed them of Scarlet’s condition. I was unraveling—bit by bit. The silence of unanswered questions was deafening. No one could tell me
