MIA’S POV
The moment I stepped into the room, a thick, suffocating scent of herbs and something far more sinister clung to the air. My father lay motionless, his skin pale, his breathing shallow. A sharp pang of fear sliced through my chest.
No. Not him too.
Lucas rushed to his side, his hands trembling slightly as he checked his pulse. His eyes flicked to mine, a silent confirmation passing between us.
Keith.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm. He did this. That bastard did this.
A lump formed in my throat, but I forced it down, stepping forward. My fingers barely brushed against my father’s hand, and I could feel the unnatural cold seeping from his skin.
I turned to the pack healer, my voice sharp. “What’s been done so far?”
The elderly woman bowed her head. “We’v
