The call ended abruptly.
I didn’t have time to think. I grabbed my coat, barely managing to keep my voice steady as I shouted into the dining room, “Ashley’s in the hospital. I have to go.”
Patricia dropped her chopsticks. “I am coming with you.”
Klara was already pulling on her tiny slippers. “Me too!”
The three of us rushed out the door.
I could feel my wolf sprinting ahead of me emotionally. I felt her instinct to protect overriding everything else. Damien might have wrong me but Ashley was still my daughter.
When we reached the hospital, the smell hit me first.
Then the sight of Ashley lying on the bed, pale and exhausted, made me weak. She had a small oxygen mask resting beside her.
I moved to her side immediately. “Ashley…”
Her eyes opened. I felt relieve
