Chloe's POV
Danny's knuckles popped, a low, suppressed growl vibrating in his throat. "You're supposed to be a healer! How can you talk about rules when a man is dying right in front of you?"
Veronica took her sweet time straightening the cuffs of her scrubs, her "poise" absolutely nauseating. "I think you're confused. I asked to clear the room, and you refused to cooperate. Now, if you actually want me to save this dying Alpha—"
Her viper-like gaze snapped to me.
"This little werewolf of yours insulted me at the Caesar. I won't make it hard for you—if she drops to her knees and apologizes for her arrogance right now, I might consider starting the treatment before the old man stops breathing."
Danny's face turned a deep, angry purple. He looked at me, his chest heaving, his eyes a mix
