The helicopter's roar faded into the sky, and the nurse, Sophie, stood rooted to the spot, still processing. She couldn't wrap her head around it—a she-wolf covered in wounds, with no pack or kin visiting her during her hospital stay, turning out to have the kind of wealth that chartered private jets.
She was still dazed, heading downstairs, when she nearly collided with the head nurse, who was clutching her stomach, voice urgent. "Sophie! Hurry, get to the VIP ward for Serena's bloodwork!"
Before Sophie could respond, the head nurse bolted into the bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, Sophie pushed the medical cart toward the VIP ward. The whole hospital was buzzing about Gabriel Thorne, who'd flown in top-tier mental healers from across the globe to ensure Serena had no lingering effects from
