Chapter 32

• XAVIER’S POV
• I carried Mia’s lifeless body into the bedroom, her small frame limp in my arms. My heart pounded as I laid her down on the bed, her pale face haunting me. Her breathing was shallow, her skin clammy, and I didn’t know if she’d survive the night.
• I grabbed my phone and called the pack doctor, my voice steady as I gave him the details. It didn’t matter why I was doing this, I told myself. This wasn’t concern or care—it was damage control. She couldn’t just die, not like this. Not when it wasn’t on our terms.