Ryan’s POV

In front of us Manuel lay motionless on the bed, breath shallow, his skin looked pale under the sheet. His chest rose and fell like a tired tide. I had watched him like that for three weeks and the worry inside me had settled into my bones.

To keep this from the whole pack we had kept him in his own house, attended to quietly. Jason had come by to check on him more times than I could count. Each time he said Manuel was fine. We all pretended to believe it, but none of us knew why ...