Amy's POV
All the alcohol I had drank evaporated from me the moment I heard Blake’s voice through the phone. I quickly ripped off my heels and put on the first set of clothes I found in my closet. With bare feet and no explanation, I abandoned my mate in pain.
I dashed out of my room dressed in only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I ran down the stairs and sprinted out of the packhouse to meet my patient. I was driven by adrenaline and fear. She had promised to call me the moment she felt different. I guess all the books were true. No patient was honest while describing their sufferings, and my stubborn Luna was no exception.
I stormed into the infirmary and was met by chaos. People, still dressed in elegant clothes, were pacing back and forth with worried expressions. I pai
