Elsa has been poisoned.

The doctors' words won't stop ringing in my ears as I pace from one end of the waiting room to the other. It's clear that the poison was in the coffee, which means that the poison was meant for me. Whoever did this wanted to hurt me, and now Elsa is the one suffering instead.

This can't be happening, I think, my whole body trembling as I tug at my hair in anguish. I've gotten used to the pack's displeasure. I've come to expect that people would want to hurt me for daring to love Xander. Why didn't it occur to me that my friends might...