BRIANNA’S POV
I stared at the hospital ceiling. My mother sat as we tried to piece together what had happened to Dad. We were both happy to see him but still sad because the moment was cut short. I wondered if dad would be in trouble for coming back to the pack to see me.
“I’m glad we got to see him,” I murmured “But it’s not fair they took him away so soon.”
Mom nodded “I know, sweetheart. I feel the same. But at least we know he’s alive. That’s more than we had before.”
She tried to sound reassuring, but I could hear the trembling in her voice. She was just as scared and as sad as I was, if not even more.
My mind wandered, as it always did, to the triplets. Where are they? Why aren’t they here? They left after the royal guards. Did a fight break out? My wolf stirred uneasily withi
