Victor's POV
The moment I saw the image, my breathing stopped.
It was a picture of Ava, lying unconscious on a hospital bed.
Her clothes were soaked in blood. Bandages were wrapped around her body. And the wound across her chest...
Moon Goddess.
My wolf let out a horrified growl.
Pain twisted sharply through my chest so violently I almost staggered.
How badly had she been hurt? How close had she come to dying?
I stared at the photograph, unable to look away.
My pulse became uneven.
And suddenly, memories crashed into me all at once.
Ava’s pale face recently. The exhaustion in her scent, the weakness in her movements, the way she’d looked at me with complete disappointment.
I had not made anything of them, but it all made sense now.
Guilt spread through me like poison. Reuben p
