Book 6: She Can't Be Dead

Mark

My mouth is dry and my cheeks are wet as I stare at Rose’s beautiful face. The healers and nurses are running around, doing everything they can, and all I can do is stand here, feeling helpless.

It’s not like me at all. I’m used to taking charge, figuring things out, saving the day.

But it’s Dr. Travesty who is making commands, ordering people around as she stands at the foot of the bed, blood up to her elbows, doing everything she can to save our precious Rose–my beautiful, intelligent, lovely Rose.

The other Alphas are just as stunned as I am. Tristan has his mouth hanging open, and Reece’s face is streaked with tears. Eli has just gotten here when the crisis began, so it took him a moment to realize what was going on.

Now, as a nurse insists he hand over his son so the baby can be cleaned up, he does so and takes a few steps closer to where the other three of us are gathered around her bed.

“Start a transfusion!” Dr. Trave