After Six Years The Alpha Begs For My Return Chapter 31
He laughed, a rough, barking sound that startled a flock of sparrows from the roof.
“Sit.” He pointed to the wooden chair beside him. “And that young Alpha with you can sit, too. Don’t just stand there. I’m not used to craning my neck.”
Reese took two folding chairs from the van and set them out. He sat a little distance away, pulling out his phone and giving us space.
Corrigan looked from Reese to me.
“Your mother’s liver has failed, and her wolf has gone silent?” he asked without preamble.
“Yes. An ordinary werewolf can rely on their wolf-nature to heal, but hers is too weak to repair the organ. One donor passed all the tests but backed out at the last minute.” I explained the situation simply. “The hospital said you had new information.”
“More than information.” He reached under his chair, pulled out a kraft envelope, and held it in his lap. “There are three people who passed the preliminary match and are willing to make a directed donation. Their health, wolf-blood stability, and ability to give informed consent were all assessed by an independent team. No Alpha can force them. Two have already completed the preliminary process.”
My heart hammered against my ribs.