Lynn's POV:
The sweet scent of lavender filled my nostrils as I knelt in the garden, my fingers deep in the rich soil. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the promise of rain. I closed my eyes, savoring the peaceful moment when suddenly heavy footsteps pounded towards me.
My eyes snapped open to see Liam, one of the younger pack members, sprinting across the lawn. His face was pale, eyes wide with panic.
"Lynn!" he gasped, skidding to a stop. "It's Alan. We found him on the north trail. He's...he's not good."
My heart plummeted. "What do you mean, not good?" I demanded, scrambling to my feet. Dirt clung to my knees, but I barely noticed.
Liam's voice shook. "It looks like...like an overdose."
The world tilted sideways. No. Not again. We'd been doing so well. Alan had
