Clark’s POV Days passed and all I could do was watch my mate laying curled up in bed. She didn’t move or speak. Instead, she just stared blankly or slept. No matter what I did, it felt like she wasn’t getting better. Both of our families tried to help, but Emmy avoided all contact. It was killing me to see her like this. It felt like I was failing her as a mate. Even trying to hold her and comfort her was painful. Whenever I would crawl into bed with her she would flinch before finally settling down in my embrace. It hurt that to see her scared of even me. While she slept the only thing I could do was return to work and catch up on pack business. I sift aimlessly through the large amounts paperwork, trying to distract myself from running back to

