Iris's POV:
I stared at the knife, my fingers twitching.
When the torment became unbearable, I'd sometimes thought about ending my life to settle the debt once and for all.
But whenever I thought of my mother, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
My mother, June Calder, lived in a small seaside town in Westmont. Her cancer had already spread, and chemotherapy had taken her hair and left her too weak to shift.
She was still waiting for me to come home.
For Mom's sake, I had to hold on a few more days.
That thought had kept me going all this time.
I closed my eyes, then pushed the knife away. "I'll go."
In the transfusion room, the nurse pulled up my medical records, her expression growing uneasy.
"Alpha, she's far too weak to donate blood. At least let a healer examine her first..."
