Several weeks afterwards.

Mia, Queen.

I’ve been feeling dizzy and weak. I puke a lot and am so exhausted that I can barely eat. I’ve been good friends with Angel since Amira departed for his mate pack, and I’ve made a few new pals inside the pack as well.

“How are you feeling right now, my queen?” Angel inquires, worried. “I believe you should go to the hospital.”

“I’m just sick. I think all I need is some rest,” I convince her.

“Not at all, my queen. At the very least, you should go to the hospital to find out what’s wrong,” she exclaims. “I will accompany you and drive...