Johnathon POV
I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room with Winter's brother Damien and he can't seem to keep still. I don't blame him, all I can see in my mind's eye is Winter, lying there, on the cold tiled floor, blood all over her, her panties missing, and dressed in some sort of lingerie. My wolf had been ready to kill and I'd been more than a little disappointed to find that bastard Thomas was already dead. I was also a little proud of Winter for killing him. She was strong, stronger than I had thought her capable of.
Finally, the wait seems to be over and I jump up as a doctor comes walking over to me. As an Alpha, it rankles that I haven't been allowed back past the waiting area and I'm told it was because I couldn't be there while Winter was going through surgery. Her brother h
