XAVIER’S POV
I carried Mia’s lifeless body into the bedroom, her small frame limp in my arms. My heart pounded as I laid her down on the bed, her pale face haunting me. Her breathing was shallow, her skin clammy, and I didn’t know if she’d survive the night.
I grabbed my phone and called the pack doctor, my voice steady as I gave him the details. It didn’t matter why I was doing this, I told myself. This wasn’t concern or care—it was damage control. She couldn’t just die, not like this. Not when it wasn’t on our terms.
“How miserable she is looking,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room as I waited for the doctor to arrive.
The moment the doctor entered, he rushed to her side. He examined her quickly, his experienced hands moving over her fragile body with precision. “She’s weak, and
