Amelia’s POV
When I heard his words, I just stared at him, deciding that I must have imagined them by having some kind of waking nightmare or something. There was no way that my loving brother would have just refused to allow a six-year-old girl to come to the pack for treatment.
Yet, the longer I stared at Jake, and the longer he stared back in return, the more I realized this hadn’t been a misunderstanding or delusion on my part. He had actually said no. I hadn’t imagined it, he said no.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“What is there to understand?” Jake asked. “The answer is no. I absolutely do not give Damien or his daughter permission to enter my pack for any reason, not even to see Dr. Wyatt.”
“But she’s just a little girl,” I said. “She has a condition and –”
“I’ve made my decis
