MIA'S POV
I had barely settled into the couch, enjoying the silence after a long walk with Lucas, when Daisy stormed in, her face pale with panic.
“Mia,” she gasped, gripping my wrist like she was about to shake me. “It’s Nathan—he’s not doing well.”
My heart stopped for a second before I quickly forced it back to normal.
I kept my expression blank, crossing my arms. “And?”
Daisy stared at me like I had just lost my mind. “What do you mean ‘and’?! He’s dying, Mia!”
I shrugged, though my wolf whimpered inside me, clawing at my chest.
“He should’ve thought about that before coming to me,” I muttered.
Daisy’s jaw dropped. “You’re seriously not going to help him?”
I turned away, forcing my breathing to stay steady.
It wasn’t my problem.
It wasn’t.
“He’s suffering, Mia,” Daisy pr
