I walked out of the hospital room wrapping my hands around my waist as Maria supported me. I was weaker than I had imagined and I looked like a woman who was mourning the death of her mate. Well, I was mourning the loss of my mate.

I walked slowly, lost in my downgrading thoughts when the scent hit my nose. I felt my spirit lift a little and I raised my head slowly to look at him, but he was not alone.

Eric was standing a few feet away from me, his Luna, Layla by his side beaming. The moment she saw me, she wrapped a hand around his...