Odette’s pov
I was now one of the packed council, even though the rest of the council and Claire weren’t pleased with it.
My feet clenched beside the big bedroom in Mr Jonathan’d room. He feels ill; his skin has turned white while he struggles to breathe.
“Get out of my matrimonial room.” Claire snapped, her voice slitting through my skin.
“I can’t leave him in this state,” I responded, my voice calm despite humiliation.
“You should. You are nobody, just a stray helpless wolf. You have no business here.”
His slower breathing caught my gaze. “He is deteriorating. We have to do something, either of arguing. “ My heart clenched in fear.
The pack healer paced forth and back, grabbing every tool and medication she could place her hands on. Sweat was running profusely down her cheeks
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