REID POV
I hate hospitals.
They are too clean, too white, too stifling. And underneath the surface, the hint — the threat — of death lingers.
Nothing good ever comes from a visit to the pack hospital.
One visit to the pack hospital eighteen years ago changed the entire trajectory of my childhood — of my life. I walked into the hospital thinking my mom was just hurt, just needing extra medical attention after an intense rogue attack.
And I walked out of it motherless.
The wall against my back is cold — almost as cold as the snow covering the ground outside — even through my T-shirt. It’s uncomfortable, but it keeps me here, keeps me anchored in the present. For the most part.
It’s difficult, though, now that I’m not with Taryn. Her presence and touch kept the demons at bay, but the r
