H A I L E Y
It’s been a week since the attack. A week since my world was shattered. I had spent every waking moment at the hospital, refusing to leave his side.
The pack had been thrown into a state of chaos, but the council had managed to restore order, their resolve to bring the Petrovs to justice strengthening their unity.
My grief had hardened into a cold, burning fury. The image of Emily, her face a mask of hatred, her hands gripping the bloody knife, was seared into my mind. I wanted to make her pay. I wanted to make her suffer.
But my focus was on Dominic. On keeping him alive. On getting him back.
I was by his bed, holding his hand, my head resting on the mattress. He still hadn’t woken up yet. The doctors haven’t even told me about any
slightest progress. They were not givi
