NYRA

I don’t think there was a word strong enough to explain what was happening.

I was supposed to be back at the pack yesterday. The moment I heard that Alpha Tristan had picked up his pup, my heart nearly burst.

I should have been there. I should have stood beside Lena.

But I had one last patient, it was my critical one. I couldn’t walk away.

Duty chained me down.

All through the night shift, I kept checking my phone. I messaged Lena. Called her. Texted again. Nothing went ...