Savannah's POV
The journey home from the hospital exists only in fragments. Jonathan's jacket wrapped around my shoulders, his scent cutting through everything else like a lifeline I didn't deserve.
He draped it over me to shield my face from the cameras, though I suspect it was more about hiding his shame. The omega who was supposed to be perfect for the Tide Waves pack had become nothing more than a broken shell of a woman.
Still, the jacket offered some dignity as we navigated through the chaos. The subtle honey chamomile from Jonathan's pheromones was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart.
Jonathan's father had to be waiting at home. Dennis must have contacted him after everything happened at the hospital. He was probably the one who tipped off the press too.
