Claire’s heart pounded violently the entire drive from the airport to the Avila mansion. She hadn’t slept on either flight. Every second felt like torture, the mate bond pulling at her with weak, flickering desperation. She could feel Xander — faint, in pain, fighting for his life — and it tore her apart.
The moment the car pulled up to the mansion, she was out and running. The grand doors flew open before she reached them. Alissa stood there, eyes red from crying, one hand protectively over her small baby bump.
“Claire,” Alissa choked out, pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank the Goddess you’re here. He’s been asking for you.”
Claire’s throat tightened. “How bad is it?”
Alissa didn’t sugarcoat it. “Bad. The silver is spreading. His wolf is weak. The healers are doing everything they c
