The morning sun filtered through the oak leaves as I knelt beside the herb garden, my fingers working methodically to harvest the chamomile needed for today's healing salves. The familiar routine should have brought me peace, but my wolf Luna remained restless, her anxiety bleeding into my consciousness like ink through water.

A low rumble of laughter made me freeze. Through the gaps in the foliage, I caught sight of Grayson's broad shoulders pressed against the ancient oak where I'd gathered moonflower just yesterday. His hands tangled in auburn hair as Mazie arched against him, her emerald dress hiked up around her thighs.

"Right here, Alpha," she purred loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "Mark me where everyone can see."

My basket tumbled from numb fingers, chamomile scattering across the earth like fallen stars. They were twenty feet away—close enough that Grayson's scent should have been calling to my wolf, close enough that the mate bond should have been screaming in protest. Instead, Luna whimpered and retreated deeper, leaving me hollow and aching.

Grayson's mouth moved to Mazie's throat, and she threw back her head with theatrical pleasure. Her eyes found mine through the leaves, that triumphant smirk spreading across her lips even as she moaned.

"Someone's watching," she whispered against his ear, loud enough for me to hear.

Grayson didn't even turn around. "Let them watch. Let the whole pack see who I choose."

I scrambled to gather the scattered herbs, my hands shaking so violently that half the chamomile slipped through my fingers. Their sounds followed me as I fled—Mazie's breathy sighs, Grayson's growled endearments, the rustle of fabric against bark.

The pack infirmary felt like a sanctuary until I realized three wounded warriors were waiting for treatment. Their injuries from the morning patrol needed immediate attention, but my hands trembled as I tried to prepare the healing salves.

"Luna Bailey?" Warrior Collins shifted uncomfortably on the examination table, his shoulder blade gashed from a rogue's claws. "Are you alright?"

I forced my breathing to steady, calling on Luna's healing energy. But she remained curled in the deepest part of my consciousness, too wounded to respond properly. The familiar warmth that usually flowed through my palms flickered like a dying candle.

"I'm fine," I lied, pressing my hands to his wound. The healing energy sputtered, barely managing to close the surface cuts while the deeper tissue remained inflamed.

Collins winced. "It's still burning, Luna."

Panic clawed at my throat. My healing abilities had never failed like this before. I tried again, reaching desperately for Luna's power, but she was too broken to help me.

The infirmary door slammed open. Grayson strode in, his hair still mussed from his encounter with Mazie, her lipstick smeared across his collar like a brand.

"What's taking so long?" His voice carried that Alpha authority that made the warriors straighten despite their pain. "These men need to return to patrol."

"I'm doing my best," I whispered, my hands hovering uselessly over Collins' wound.

Grayson's eyes narrowed as he took in the warrior's still-bleeding shoulder. "Your best used to mean something, Bailey. Now look at this." He gestured dismissively at Collins. "Half-healed, still in pain. What good are you if you can't even perform your basic function?"

The other warriors shifted uncomfortably, their gazes dropping to the floor. Heat flooded my cheeks as shame burned through me.

"My abilities are just—"

"Declining," Grayson cut me off. "Rapidly. Perhaps the stress of your mother's condition is affecting your performance." His tone was clinical, detached. "If you can't maintain your healing standards, we'll need to discuss adjusting her medication regimen. The pack can't waste resources on ineffective treatments."

The threat hit me like ice water. "Please, I just need—"

"Results, Bailey. That's what you need to provide." He turned to leave, then paused. "Mazie mentioned she'd like to observe your healing sessions. Learn from your... techniques. I think that's an excellent idea."

As the door closed behind him, I stared at my shaking hands. Collins reached out tentatively, his uninjured arm hovering near my shoulder.

"Luna Bailey, we all know you're doing everything you can. The Alpha... he's been different lately."

I nodded wordlessly, not trusting my voice. Different was one word for it. Cruel was another.

The afternoon brought Mazie to the infirmary as promised, her presence filling the sterile space like poisonous perfume. She perched on a stool beside me as I worked on Warrior Henderson's broken ribs, her emerald eyes tracking my every movement.

"Fascinating," she murmured as my healing energy flickered weakly. "I always wondered what it would be like to have such... useful abilities."

I pressed my lips together, focusing on Henderson's injuries. The ribs were knitting slowly, my depleted energy struggling to mend the complex fractures.

"Of course," Mazie continued conversationally, "some wolves are meant to serve while others are meant to be cherished. It's just the natural order of things."

Her fingers toyed with a delicate silver necklace—the same one I'd admired in the pack jewelry store months ago, before everything fell apart. The pendant caught the light, a tiny crescent moon that should have been mine.

"Grayson has such exquisite taste," she sighed, making sure I noticed her stroking the necklace. "He said he wanted to give me something that would remind me of our bond every day."

My concentration shattered. Henderson gasped as my healing energy recoiled, his partially mended ribs shifting painfully.

"Careful there," Mazie's voice carried false concern. "We wouldn't want to make things worse."

She leaned closer, her wolf aura pressing against my weakened defenses like a weight on my chest. Luna cowered deeper, and my hands began to shake uncontrollably.

"Poor little healer," Mazie whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Your wolf seems so... diminished lately. I wonder why that could be?"

The healing session ended in disaster. Henderson left with his ribs barely stabilized, shooting me worried glances as Mazie escorted him out with saccharine apologies for my "off day."

I was cleaning the medical supplies when my phone rang. Dr. Chen's name flashed on the screen, and my blood turned to ice.

"Bailey, you need to get to the hospital immediately. Your mother's condition has deteriorated rapidly. We're looking at possible cardiac arrest within the hour."

The phone slipped from my nerveless fingers, clattering against the tile floor. Through our mate bond, I reached out desperately to Grayson, my mind-link crackling with panic.

*Grayson, please. Mom's dying. I need you at the hospital. Dr. Chen says she needs Alpha authorization for the experimental treatment.*

Silence. Complete, devastating silence.

I tried again, pouring every ounce of desperation into the connection. *Please, I'm begging you. She's all I have left.*

Still nothing. The mate bond felt cold and distant, as if Grayson had deliberately closed himself off from me.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the infirmary wall, my mother's face swimming in my vision as Dr. Chen's words echoed in my head: possible cardiac arrest within the hour.

The hospital corridor stretched endlessly before me as I paced back and forth, my phone clutched in trembling hands. Dr. Chen's words echoed in my mind like a death knell: *possible cardiac arrest within the hour.* The sterile smell of disinfectant burned my nostrils, mixing with the metallic taste of fear on my tongue.

*Grayson, please.* I reached through our mate bond for the tenth time, pouring every ounce of desperation into the mental connection. *Mom's dying. I need you here. Dr. Chen needs Alpha authorization for the experimental treatment.*

Nothing. The bond felt like shouting into an empty void.

Pack members filled the waiting area, their hushed whispers creating a symphony of concern that made my skin crawl. Mrs. Henderson clutched her husband's arm, shooting worried glances in my direction. Beta Marcus stood near the reception desk, his phone pressed to his ear as he tried unsuccessfully to reach Grayson.

"Where is our Alpha?" someone whispered behind me. "His mate's mother is dying, and he's nowhere to be found."

"Shh," another voice hissed. "Luna West said to mind our own business."

I tried again, the twentieth call burning through my consciousness like acid. *Please, Grayson. She's all I have left. Just come to the hospital. Please.*

The mate bond remained cold and distant, as if he'd deliberately shut me out. Luna whimpered deep in my mind, her distress bleeding into my physical body until my hands shook uncontrollably.

Dr. Chen emerged from the intensive care unit, his face grave. "Bailey, we need that authorization now. Her heart is struggling, and without the experimental medication—"

"I'm trying," I choked out, reaching through the bond again. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Each unanswered call sent sharp spikes of pain through my chest, the mate bond punishing me for my mate's rejection.

Beta Marcus approached cautiously, his expression troubled. "Luna Bailey, perhaps I should go look for the Alpha personally. This is highly unusual behavior, even for—"

"You will do no such thing." Luna West's voice cut through the waiting room like a blade. She stood in the doorway, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite the late hour, her eyes cold as winter frost. "The Alpha knows what he's doing. We don't question his decisions or his whereabouts."

The pack members fell silent, but I caught the exchanged glances, the barely concealed disapproval. Even they could see something was wrong with this picture.

I stumbled toward the bathroom, my legs barely supporting me as I reached the fortieth call. *Grayson, I'm begging you. She's dying. Please, just answer me.*

The silence that followed felt like a physical blow. Luna curled deeper into my consciousness, her strength ebbing with each rejected plea. My reflection in the bathroom mirror showed hollow eyes and pale skin, my wolf's weakness written across my features like a disease.

Fifty calls. Sixty. Seventy.

Each attempt grew weaker, my mental voice becoming a whisper in the void. The mate bond that should have been our sacred connection felt like chains dragging me into darkness. My phone showed seventeen missed calls to his personal number, but the mind-link was supposed to be impossible to ignore—unless he was deliberately blocking me out.

*Please,* I whispered through the bond for the eightieth time, my knees giving out as I slumped against the bathroom wall. *She's all I have. Don't let her die alone.*

Unknown to me, three floors above in the Alpha quarters, my desperate pleas were being used as entertainment. Grayson lay tangled in silk sheets with Mazie, her auburn hair spread across his chest as my mental cries echoed faintly through their mate bond.

"She's persistent, isn't she?" Mazie's laugh tinkled like broken glass as another of my calls bled through. "How many is that now?"

Grayson's hands traced lazy patterns on her bare skin, his lips curving into a cruel smile. "Must be around sixty. She always was dramatic."

"Poor little healer." Mazie arched against him deliberately as my eighty-first call pierced the air. "Should we use her desperation as a timer? See how long we can make this last?"

Grayson's laugh was dark, devoid of any mate bond instinct that should have driven him to my side. "Brilliant idea. Let's see if she can reach ninety before we're finished."

Back in the hospital bathroom, I collapsed completely as my ninetieth call went unanswered. Luna had retreated so deep into my consciousness that I could barely feel her presence. The mate bond felt severed, dead, leaving me hollow and aching.

Dr. Chen's voice echoed through the speaker system: "Code blue, ICU room seven. Code blue, ICU room seven."

Room seven. My mother's room.

I dragged myself upright, stumbling toward the intensive care unit as my ninety-ninth and final call dissolved into the void. The heart monitor's steady beep had become a flatline's endless wail, and somewhere in the Alpha quarters, Mazie's triumphant laughter mixed with Grayson's satisfied groans as my world shattered into irreparable pieces.