#Chapter 68: Fresh Moongrass

Chris I paced back and forth across the floor of my apartment, my heart thundering in my chest. The soft sound of murmurs came from my bedroom, but I barely heard it over the sound of the blood rushing through my ears. Goddess, how had this happened? Ava lay unmoving on my bed in the other room, her face sickly pale and beaded with sweat. Just minutes earlier, I had found her crumpled on the floor of the parlor like a broken doll, not a soul in sight. The image of her lifeless form kept flashing through my mind, making my stomach twist violently. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. If someone had dared to lay a hand on her, there would be hell to pay. No one threatened a member of my pack—especially not the woman I… “Alpha?” Suddenly, the sound of a soft voice behind me pulled me out of my reverie. I spun around to see the nurse standing behind me, her hands clasped in front of herself. I had recognized her as one of the Omegas that Ava and I had sa