Selena’s POV
"Hello?" I managed to say, my voice tight as I pressed the phone to my ear. A volcanic eruption of fury blasted through the speaker. "What kind of mother are you?!"
I flinched, pulling the phone away for a moment, and I could still hear the angry voice of the person before putting the phone back to my ear. "You have to calm down. I can barely hear a word you are saying. Whoever you are, tell me what’s wrong. Is J okay?” My heart took off like a kite in a windstorm.
The voice, gruff and impatient, barked back, "This is the doctor in charge of his treatment speaking. Call me Charlie. You haven’t been here in over a week, and your son is awake now, he is asking for his mother. I have been practically raising him myself! I almost called the child protective services of the pack
