Derek
Derek Blackwell didn’t like hospitals.He never had.
Knowing his surrogate had a mother so ill she practically lived in one did something unpleasant to his insides — a twisting, tightening sensation he refused to name. And though he would never admit it aloud, it chipped away at the anger he’d been holding onto since the accident.
Flashbacks of Freya — his mate, his Luna — living her short life either in a hospital bed or in the bedroom at home that resembled one, clawed at the back of his mind. Machines. Monitors. The quiet beeping that still haunted his sleep. The way she’d smiled through pain she never deserved.
Not many knew the whole story.Most of the pack certainly didn’t.
Freya had been ill all her life. When they discovered they were mates, she had offered Derek an easy o
