ROMAN POV

I pace.

Beside Claire's bed.

Her tiny body trembles.

Fever raging.

40.5 degrees, and rising.

I'm helpless.

Fear grips me.

"Claire, baby, please," I whisper.

Tears prick at my eyes.

Gwen's still not here.

I dial her number again.

"Gwen, where are you?" I demand feeling my arms tremble from fear.

"Alpha Roman, I'm so sorry. There's been a landslide. I can't make it," she explains.

Incredulous.

"Can't make it?" I repeat.

My voice rises.

"Gwen, my daughter is dying! Get here now!" I command.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Roman. It's impossible. The roads are blocked," she insists.

Rage boils within me.

I slam my fist against the wall....