Ramsey
Two years later.
The Pack Hospital's light shone brightly on me where I sat motionless in the reception area, my legs spread out in front of me, staring blankly at the floor.
My clothes were stained with blood, and dark red streaks that had long since dried but still smelled fresh in the air around me. My fingers wrapped tightly around a necklace which I clutched like a lifeline its pendant warming against my palm, a stark difference to the cold that had settled in my chest.
Around me, Pack Doctors and Nurses including Healers rushed in and out of the operating rooms, their faces tensed with fear … I couldn't blame them, they had two lives to save.
Two operations were happening at the same time. Two lives hanging by a thread. Alpha Logan, Alpha of the Blue Ridge Pack was in one of the rooms fighting for his life. And in the other room, my grandfather, Elder Eldric, was the only family I had left. When I held him in my arms after the attack, I thought he was dead.
