Jacob's POV

"Natalie," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You're not leaving me."

The monitor shrieked again, flat and cruel. Dr. Raymond shouted for adrenaline. Nurses scrambled, their movements frantic, faces tight with worry.

My wolf clawed at my chest, screaming to break free.

"Come on," I growled under my breath. "Breathe."

Her body convulsed once and then stopped.

The smell of wolfsbane thickened the air, bitter and wrong.

I felt Dylan's claws tear down the inside of my ribs, a ...