Alina's POV

The piercing scream of a maid echoed through the pack house, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart leaped into my throat, and I instinctively rushed toward the source of the commotion. The hallway was alive with murmurs, tension thick in the air as I approached Finn’s room.

“What’s happening?” I demanded, pushing past a group of maids clustered near the doorway.

The sight before me stole the breath from my lungs. Finn lay still on his bed, his chest unmoving. The monitor that had been beeping steadily earlier now emitted a deafening flatline.

“No!” I shouted, rushing to his side. My hands shook as I pressed them...