YELENA
“Dr. Moonrack! Your patient is bleeding!” Nyra’s voice tore through the corridor, panicked and loud enough to shake the walls. She didn’t wait for me before rushing ahead.
I grabbed my surgical kit and followed, my coat moving behind me like I was some kind of war general instead of a doctor who barely slept and still argued with her wolf at night.
She kicked the ward door open. The man on the bed felt his own panic, though he tried to hide it like all stubborn wolves. His heartbeat rang through the room, fast and loud. I held his gaze.
“Calm down,” I said, firm but not harsh. His skin was pale, sweat already trailing down his temples. Not from fear but guilt.
Nyra handed me the instruments as I cut the bandage carefully. He tensed when I touched the wound. “Relax. You’re still
