Yet, they didn’t hesitate to ask for my help with minor health issues, leveraging my position at the pack's clinic. In the past, I had often brought Dane meals or medicine whenever he was sick, but he, whenever we weren't alone, would never acknowledge my presence. It was as if I was a ghost in his life as an Alpha, invisible and unacknowledged.
I snapped back to reality and replied, “No, I might have to work at the clinic overtime next weekend.”
“Suit yourself,” the Alpha hissed through gritted teeth, his frustration evident.
I didn’t attend the gathering, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. My phone buzzed incessantly while I was in the clinic, immersed in writing medical records. But before I checked my phone, I was preoccupied with something far more troubling.
For days now, I had been trying to connect with Cassia, my wolf. As a healer and a werewolf, the bond with my wolf was integral to my strength and well-being. Cassia had always been a steady presence in my mind, a source of power and comfort. But recently, I couldn’t feel her at all. It was as if she had vanished, leaving a gaping void where our connection used to be.