Author's pov
Oscar's voice came through the pack link with urgency, sending a chill down Alpha Damien's spine.
The moment the connection ended, he was already running toward his car.
Yesterday's image of those empty eyes on the operating table had been haunting him like a knife in his chest.
The hurt ran so deep it was killing him inside.
He knew he had no right to face Aria. Not after what he'd done.
But her refusal to eat, pulling out IV lines, treating her life like garbage... it was driving him crazy.
When Alpha Damien arrived at the beach house, Cassie was mopping the floor while Dr. Rowan and Oscar stood by helplessly.
Aria lay on the bed, but her appearance made his blood run cold.
Her skin wasn't just white like a ghost. It was covered with an unnatural
