If there was one thing I hated above all in this world, it was unnecessary riddles.
I stared at the phone in ny hand, wishing above all that I knew where the anonymous sender was at the moment. I wanted to bare my rage and anxiety at the person, but I was so restricted.
All I could do was grip the phone hard.
What had whoever it was meant by that message?
I turned back to the door behind where Olivia was being operated on, and I saw the pack doctor standing there. The rubber gloves on his hands were stained with blood, and my heart ached knowing that it was my mate's blood. My beloved.
I was so glad she was back to me, and yet something had broken inside of me when I'd seen her in that state. Something that would never be fixed.
I felt like a monster for pushing her out to the streets. I didn't deserve her.
"Any new information?" I asked the man, swallowing past the lump of emotion in my throat.