"Yeah?" I answered the phone, my voice groggy from just waking up to Imogen's early morning call. The urgency in her tone instantly jolted me awake.
"Sel…" she began, her voice laden with emotion. The mention of Miranda and Ben made my heart race. "Ben is dying, and Miranda is... not fine at all. Please come to the hospital," Imogen managed to convey through trembling words, accompanied by the sound of her stifled sobs.
My anxiety spiked, and I shot upright in bed. Between Luna and Crew, I was sandwiched—our connection deepened by Luna's recent marking. As Imogen's words hung in the air, my mates stirred beside me, waking up to the distressing news.
"What's happening?" Luna's concerned voice cut through the air, and Crew's hand found mine in the dim room, tightening his hold.
"Miranda
