We took half a step back in unison.
I lasted three seconds before I reached forward and brushed a strand of hair off Kate's forehead.
"That isn't the worst of it." Hale's voice dropped. Her eyes locked on mine. "Damian. Her tox panel came back. There's no illness. But her wolf is almost completely dormant. That isn't natural. Her blood is saturated with suppressants. High dose, long term."
The silence that followed had weight.
"And." Hale hesitated. Looked back at Kate with something I rarely saw on her face. Pity. "There's scarring on her uterine wall consistent with a prior miscarriage. Her body is still recovering, and I'd lay odds the suppressants are why. I'm not telling you this to violate her privacy. I'm telling you because whatever the three of you are tangled up with this gir
