That sound hit harder than anything else.
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the closed door, struggling to breathe.
Then my strength gave out and I slid down to the floor.
If anything happened to him… if I lost Ezra…
I couldn’t even finish the thought.
Tears fell freely now as I wrapped my arms around myself. The hospital hallway felt too bright, too cold, too empty. Nurses passed by without stopping. No one dared approach the Luna who wasn’t really a Luna.
My breathing turned uneven. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Time blurred after that.
I don’t know how long I sat there.
All I could think about was—
please… let him be okay.
I leaned my head back against the wall, trying to steady my breath.
Then I heard it.
A soft click.
The door hadn’t fully closed.
It was slightly open.
My body stiffened instantly.
Voices drifted from inside.
I hesitated… then slowly moved closer, just enough to hear.
Mira spoke first.
“So the Winterfell Pack is really going to launch an attack on Ironvale? Without warning?”
My blood turned cold.
Ironvale.
My home.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.
“Yes,” Adrian answered flatly. “They took the weapons meant for us. They used my father’s trust against us. That is betrayal.”
Mira hummed softly. “So that’s why you’re attacking them?”
“Yes.” His voice was colder now. “They crossed a line. This week, we strike. Ironvale Pack will fall.”
My heart dropped so hard it felt like it hit the floor.
No… that’s not possible.
Ironvale would never steal weapons. Never.
My father was an honorable Alpha. My brother protected their name with everything he had. We were not thieves.
Something must be wrong. A misunderstanding. A setup. Anything but this.
My hands trembled uncontrollably.
They were planning war. This week.
“How convenient,” Mira chuckled. “She’s too clueless to even realize what’s happening. Even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway.”
Adrian let out a low laugh. “She believes everything she’s told. She always has.”
My lip trembled so hard I bit down until I tasted blood.
Everything was collapsing at once.
My son was sick behind that door.
And my entire pack was about to be destroyed.
I had to warn them.
I backed away from the door and ran down the hallway, heart pounding violently. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and called my mother.
Ring.
Once. Twice. Three times.
No answer.
I tried my father next.
Nothing.
My brother.