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If she didn’t live, I didn’t know what I’d do.
Chapter Forty-Five
Jonas
Once again, I paced a tiny hospital waiting room as one of my packmates fought for their life.
And once again, I was powerless to do anything to make it better.
I felt like a shitty alpha.
Not that there was anything I could’ve done. I hadn’t even known Verity had gone to talk with Freddie. Grif went looking for her when she hadn’t come back from the bathroom.
While I knew Chet had a wife, I hadn’t even considered that she’d come after Grif.
The fact I hadn’t planned for that made my stomach churn.
Then again, I didn’t know that Verity’s old coach, her ex the fútboler, and that beta model, were wrapped up in this.
Fuck.
Grif sat in AJ’s lap, beside himself. Rightfully so, considering he and Verity only bonded yesterday. He’d probably felt the whole fucking thing.
Verity had protected Grif with her body. Faced a nemesis.
Andbarked.
While I was worried sick about my little alpha and needed her to be okay, I was proud of her. Because we were alphas. We protected them. When she needed to, she had.
I just wished she hadn’tgotten shot.
The media was all over this, given how fresh Grif was in the press. Kylee and our pack publicist were on it. Dimitri and a few others were here at the hospital trying to keep us from being swarmed.
Dean looked at me with tear-stained eyes. “I…I was thinking of asking her to bite me tonight.”
“She’ll be okay, Love.” I pulled him to me. His cozy scent went salty with worry and sadness as I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.
Inside I was a bundle of anxiety, and it took everything to keep that tamped down so Dean didn’t get it through our bond.Please let her be okay.
“We’re going to take a little walk. We’ll be back.” AJ had his arm around Grif as they left the waiting room, in a trail of sour rain.
Mercy was on her phone, expression worried. Verity’s crutch lay next to her. It had been forgotten when Grif and Verity left with the ambulance.
She looked over at me, eyes teary, makeup smeared. “Who do I tell? Should I tell a parent? I feel like I should tell a parent.”
“Start with Creed or Grace? If you need to tell a parent, they’ll help you figure out which one,” I assured. I hoped we didn’t. Though I wasn’t sure any of the parents would give enough fucks about Verity to actually show up.
Grace could come ready to stab us with a fork, though.
“Okay. I already texted Creed. I also told my coach what happened. I’m not leaving my sister.” Her expression grew fierce. “I texted Verity’s friend Saphira because I don’t know how to get a hold of Dr. Winters.”
Good. Someone from her university should know what happened.
A doctor walked into the room. “Grif McGraff?”
“I’m Jonas, I’m head alpha. Is she okay?” My heart skipped a beat.
He peered at his tablet. “She’s not listed as being in a pack. But I have a mate in her record. A Griffin McGraff.” The doctor looked around.
