a P

could only watch through the glass as nurses and doctors moved around his s

he man of the house, gripped my hand. "He's go

reaking free. "He will be, Zane. He has to be."

. It appears to be a rare form of chronic poisoning. We can't ide

d. Grandpa was so carefu

ps echoed down the quie

s now wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

placed a firm, steady

e and stepping between us like a small, fier

kly. "He's... my mate." The word f

ch like mine, narr

ility. His focus was entirely o

ed in concentration. He had a look of intense focus that made

he tense silence. My uncle, Earl Hayes, storm

cket!" Earl boomed, his shifty eyes already

t. "Uncle, please be qui

oon as the old man's gone, you think you'l

t back, my body t

e me. "You little wolfless curse! If it wasn'

uch me, a stronger arm s

de

s shards of ice. "Take your hands off her," he said. His voice was q

power radiating from Aiden and paled. "Who

ach word a block of granite. He

ied out

ression shifting from hostil

oving him back. He moved to stand in front o

his family scrambl

back, feeling a sense of safety I hadn't felt in yea

ou," I w

n response. "I ne

back to us. I saw him put the phone

was he talking to? A

have a friend who's a doctor. He specializes in di

en the doors to the ICU burst open. A nurs

It's a miracle! All his rea