***LUCIEN’S POV***
I leave the hospital, my heart heavy and I feel sad and angry. The white wall and beeping machines feel suffocating.
I walk out of the hospital, my mind replaying the doctor's words, the image of Camilla's pale face haunting me.
Back at the pack house I think of my brothers. Lucas had tears streaming down his face, and Liam looked like he lost all hope and looked desperate.
Something inside me snapped and I knew I had to do something. I can't stand to see them like this, broken and defeated.
I stride through the corridors, my jaw clenched, my fists trembling. I need answers. I need justice for Camilla. I enter the study, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood filling my nose. The table is filled with documents but I ignore everything.
I take a seat be
