Ethan.
I arrived at the crowded clinic, my mood sour, the weight of my lingering illness pulling me down. With Fiona and her colleague getting the cure for the plague, people have been coming to the clinic to try to get the drugs for their family and friends.
The sight of the bustling waiting room, filled with murmurs and hurried footsteps, only added to my irritation.
I had hoped Fiona would be there—her calm presence often had a way of grounding me. Instead, I was met by the nurse’s apologetic smile.
“I'm sorry Alpha Magnus, but she just stepped out,” the nurse explained. “She’ll be back soon.”
I barely acknowledged her words, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. Fiona’s absence felt like yet another thing out of place in my already chaotic day.
Left with no alternative
