André's POV

I paced frantically in front of Olivia's ward. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my wolf was howling in agony. I felt a part of me had been ripped out. The mate bond was still not repaired. I still couldn't feel Olivia.

I couldn't even think straight; every fibre in my body worried about her. Was she dead? Was she alive? What happened to her? Questions bombarded me from all sides, and I didn't have an answer to any of them.

I had looked at the ward door multiple ...