The medical den smelled like antiseptic and blood. I clutched the container of food tighter in my hands as I made my way down the corridor. The guilt gnawing at my insides was almost unbearable. Tristan had saved me, and now he was lying in a hospital bed because of it.
I'd spent the morning cooking his favorite dishes, hoping to offer some small comfort for the pain he endured on my behalf. The least I could do was make sure he ate well while recovering.
As I rounded the corner, Daniel Reed stepped into my path. Julian's ever-loyal assistant looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes. His face brightened when he saw me.
"Luna Aurelia! You came." Relief flooded his voice. "Alpha Julian will be so pleased."
I stopped cold. "I'm not here for Julian."
Daniel's smile faltered. "But... I called you about Alpha Julian's collapse."
"And I told you to call me when he's dead." My voice was ice. "I'm here to see Alpha Sinclair."
