The pup is in critical condition
Victoria's POV “Ha… ugh.” The sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. It started as a weak, broken laugh, but it did not last. Pain cut through my ribs and forced it into a sharp groan. My hand tightened against the cold floor as my body reacted, every breath dragging discomfort along with it. The memory came rushing back again. Raquel’s setup. Carlisle believing it without question. The pack doctor had barely looked at me before I was dragged away like I did not matter. No treatment. No questions. Nothing. The piece of glass was still lodged in my knee, untouched, as if my pain was not even worth the effort. Now everything hurt at once. My ribs burned with every breath. My arm throbbed with a dull, deep ache. My knee pulsed where the glass remained buried, and my head stil
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