Nathan’s POV
“What do you mean he’s not well?” I ask the nurse. “Like he’s got a cold, or like he’s about to die?”
She looks up at me with pity in her eyes, while shaking her head. “I had hoped to have this conversation with Alpha Travis present as well,” she tells me, a hint of wariness sprinkled in her tone.
“Elsie, can you please just tell me?” I rest my hand gently on her shoulder. “I’ll tell Travis myself, so you won’t have to deal with him,” with every second passing, my anger at my father dwindles more and more.
Her body relaxes at my words. “Your father, his body is shutting down. There’s nothing we can do, and he doesn’t have much time left. The doctor gives it a week, max.” she shakes her head solemnly. “I’m so sorry, Nathan.”
“Thank you, Elsie,” I sigh. All of this family
