George's POV

Wendy.

That name kept popping up in my mind, even when I tried to forget it. Now, as I walked through the busy halls of the Shadow Fang Pack's hospital, it wasn't just her name I couldn't stop thinking about, but her voice. The way she used our mental connection was disturbing. It didn't feel right. Not after everything we'd been through. That bond between us shouldn't be there anymore. And yet, it was.

The door to the sick room creaked as I opened it. My eyes found her right away. Wendy sat on the edge of a plain white bed, her right arm still as a nurse...