Noah's eyes widened at the implication – Connor was essentially offering them pack status, something they'd lived without for years.
Connor's phone buzzed again. After checking the message, he turned to me apologetically. "I need to handle some pack business. Will you be alright here for a while?"
I nodded, squeezing his hand. "Of course. I promised Leah I'd help with her makeup today anyway."
After Connor left, I texted Jade Mitchell, who arrived twenty minutes later carrying a small cosmetics bag.
"I brought everything you asked for," she said, slightly breathless from rushing. "How's Leah doing today?"
"Better than ever," I replied, leading her to Leah's room. "They found a donor match."
Jade's face lit up with genuine happiness. "That's amazing news!"
When we entered Leah
