My poor child

WINTER POV

I glanced over at Slade for what felt like the hundredth time. He was standing by the large round table, waiting for the rest of the pack members to arrive. Meanwhile, I stood near the door of the clinic, lost in thought. Lisa approached me, and I turned my attention to her.

"I can't believe that happened," She muttered her voice barely above a whisper, "I know. Even though she was unpleasant, I still can't wrap my head around it," Lisa said, shaking her head.

"I can't, too," I said.

Slade seemed to be taking Britney's death the hardest. He had been with her for a while, and she was pregnant with his child. He blamed himself for what happened, and it was evident that he was still struggling to come to terms with it. It was heartbreaking to see him so discouraged and lost, even though he had claimed that Britney meant nothing to him.

Suddenly, a loud shriek rang out, and I turned to see Alex stumbling towards us, wrapped in a large blanket from head to toe. He looked like a