Cree
“Cree, what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, Aria.” I quietly reply.
I haven’t taken my eyes off Starr, lying in that bed, writhing in pain. Sweat drips from her forehead, and her eyes are closed tight. I wish I knew how to save Starr from what is to come. My son, the man who made me a father, is gone. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, but I’m numb. Everything inside is numb.
‘Kai is not dead, Cree.’ My wolf, Seamus, tells me.
‘How can you be sure?’
‘My pup is still with me, Cree. I haven’t lost Zion. His life force hasn’t evaporated. Meaning...’
‘Kai is still alive.’ I finish. ‘But if that’s the case, why is Starr about to knock on death’s door?’
‘I can’t answer that, Cree. I’ve tried reaching out to Zion as much as you have Kai.’
“Kai.” Starr sobs my son’s name quie
