KATHERINE POV
My shift was almost over. In less than an hour, I would have been back in my room, under the shower, trying to fix the ache that hadn’t left me since Kyle’s little stroll through the hospital.
I was lost scribbling data into the computer, updating the patient charts.
Then, I smelled his blood before I saw him.
Coppery. Sharp. And something darker beneath it—something wild and wrong.
My body stiffened automatically, my nose wrinkling at the faint traces of silver and wolfsbane cutting through the air like a razor.
Then came the footsteps—heavy, uneven.
A dragging limp.
A low grunt.
I turned just in time to see two men staggering into the ER, drawing every pair of eyes like magnets.
One of them was massive—broad shoulders, messy blond hair, a bit of stubble shadowing
