Chapter 35

“So what did Dr. Thorne say about Nyssa’s health?” Maura asked gently, her hands clasped tightly together on her lap.

Silas let out a slow, weary sigh and sank back into his chair. For a brief moment, the Alpha mantle felt unbearably heavy on his shoulders.

His mother’s eyes searched his face, waiting, bracing herself for his answer.

“Her wolf… and Nyssa herself,” he began quietly, his voice rough