Chapter Eighty Five (Trigger Warning. The following chapter may be distressing for some readers)
Caroline lay looking at the square panels on the hospital ceiling. She believed that her heart could not have been further broken than it already was, but hearing her beloved daughter shouting, crying, asking why she was not good enough to fight for. How Tom, her baby boy, was blaming himself for why she was in this state, totally shattered what was left of her broken heart. She hated what her mate had done, that he had turned against the pack. For what? Something that had happened a long time before they had met. What hurt the most was the fact he had himself had more than a few midnight trysts before he met Caroline, and she had to work every day with some of the women he had taken to his
