Sickness had stripped Evan of everything he used to be.
The once-commanding Alpha aura around him now flickered like a candle in the wind—fragile, thin, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.
I tried everything to keep that spark alive.
Every day, I told him silly jokes and uplifting stories, avoiding the word “illness” like a curse, afraid a single mention would break what little strength he was still holding on to.
But our savings drained away like sand in an hourglass. The Pack Hospital’s fees were merciless.
By day, I cared for Evan while taking odd jobs tending to elders, earning scraps as a caretaker.
By night, I slipped into a bar uniform, working shifts until dawn. It felt as if I lived twenty-four hours for the sole purpose of clawing money out of the world.
It was in that
