Amy’s POV As we walked away to have a confab with the pack doctor, I felt something wet on my cheeks. I hadn’t been aware I was crying. “Don’t give up on him, Amy,” Jarvis said. His soft voice only made me feel worse. I had never heard him use that tone with anyone else, not even Chrissy. I summoned my inner scorn, in Misha’s absence. “As if I would.” I hoped my moping wolf was proud of me, wherever she was. “This thing, it’s unusual, but it’s bound to be curable. I wonder if my aunt would be able to advise us … ” “No more outsiders, please.” I hoped I hadn’t given offence. Putting my hand on his arm, I added, “Beta, we have to keep this contained.” “Like a virus, Alpha Amy?” “Exactly. And call me Amy when it’s just the two of us.” I winced at how that sounded. Just like Kane had said to me, once. Back when things were normal. If you considered being suspended in a dungeon, subsequently interrogated and treated like an object the norm. Not to mention the drenching, the nudit
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