Landon's POV
It was already evening, but Adrian had been restless since dawn—darting from one blood bank to the next, desperate to find a donor that matched his dying grandfather.
His father had burdened him with the task, calling it a "test of strength." But I suspected it was just another way of shoving responsibility onto him. Still, I couldn't voice that aloud.
The old man was an Alpha and with his rare blood type, finding a match was nearly impossible. If none of us Alphas shared it, how was Adrian expected to? It wasn't as though such a thing could be found among gammas or betas or even lowly Omegas.
"I'll reach out to some of my Alpha friends," Lizabeth offered as Adrian returned from his tenth failed attempt, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. "I'm sure we can find help before it's too late."
